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Captain Black

Request: “Can you do a Pirate AU with Sirius Black where you’re on a ship and it sinks and he saves you?? Or something else if that idea was horrid.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: violence n stuff


Originally posted by pioggiadiricordi

Life on the open waters was rough. Literally and emotionally. Being an explorer of the new world required many months at sea, and currently you were sailing along the Western coast of Africa; prime pirate territory. You had warned the captain of your ship that these waters were too treacherous, that cargo ships taking the shortcut back to England were excellent targets for those vile creatures called pirates. But he had waved you off, muttering something about how you were lucky to be on board because you’re a “disrespectful woman who had no business being on his ship”.

So you had bunkered down, a permanent scowl on your face as the other shipmates gave you hungry looks. At least if you survived taking this shorter route you would be home sooner, meaning no more sleeping while clutching a knife under you pillow. You had no other choice but to accept your companions, since no other ships would accept a female adventurer. You wished that the Kraken would come up and swallow them all whole.

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On Your Skin

Simon finally gets his soulmate mark and Baz can’t believe his luck.

As always amany thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta <3

I’ve always known that Snow was my soulmate, even before his name appeared on my chest.

And now, as he enters our bedroom in a rush, panicked expression on his face, throwing his jacket and tie to the floor whilst trying to undo the buttons of his shirt, I know that the day I was dreading to come is finally here. The name of his soulmate is appearing, I just know it.

With a few curse words he gives up and starts stumbling to the bathroom whilst taking his shirt off from his head. I can hear the shirt hitting the floor as he finally takes it off.

He doesn’t close the door so I can’t help myself as I stand up to follow him. I need to see who his soulmate is. Of course it will appear someone else’s name, and then I’ll know that he was never meant to be with me. Maybe then I can try and forget him – no I will never forget him; I tried for years, and it doesn’t work like that.

I try to act as cool as possible when I rest against the doorframe–I can’t let him see how this is freaking me out. He’s waiting, grabbing the mirror with both hands, still panting from running up the stairs like a maniac.

I know what’s happening. He’s feeling the letters being carved into his skin – it’s not exactly painful but it feels like your skin is almost burning.

I hear him gasp then. It must be starting to appear.

Then he stays very still, focusing on the mirror and all I want to do is reach for him so that I can read it myself, but I don’t. Instead I stay where I am and wait for him to react.

I’m expecting some kind of reaction but Snow closes his eyes, manages to put the mirror back on it’s place and stays still, holding onto the counter. I’m not sure what’s happening; I just want to make him tell me that it isn’t my name in his chest so that I can go to the catacombs and drink until I forget all about him.

Then he turns his head into my direction, looking pissed. And I really want to know what’s going on on his head, so I raise my eyebrow (which usually is enough to start a fight between us).

He still doesn’t say a word, and storms off out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. Shoving my shoulder on the way out. But I was too stunned to react to that because while he was passing by me on the door, I saw my name on his chest.


I start to chase him down the stairs. He has my name on his chest. How is this possible? I need to see it more closely; I must have imagined it Yes that must be it. My mind must be playing tricks on me, because there’s no fucking way that I’m his soulmate.

It’s not hard to know where he is; I just have to follow the scent of his magic.

I find him in the Wavering Wood sitting against a tree with his arms around him, still shirtless, of course he didn’t think of putting something on before getting off the room.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have followed him, but I need to see it. I need to make sure I’m not fucking dreaming.

He notices me then–watching him. He puts his arms around him more closely like he’s shielding himself. (And covering his soulmate name.)

“Leave me alone,” he tells me, not even looking in my direction.

“No.” I won’t leave until I see it.

I feel his magic humming in the air, even stronger than it already was. So I add more softly as I step closer to him, “let me see it, Simon.”

When he turns around and focus on me I feel myself getting drunk on his magic.

“Fuck off, Baz,” he spits as he walks into my direction and shoves me away.

He’s strong, but I’m stronger so I only take one step back. “Not today,” I tell him as I step towards him. And I put my hands on his arms to stop him from moving away.

He wasn’t expecting me to actually touch him so he stays still, long enough for me to clearly read my name written on his chest.

Crowley, I feel like I can’t breathe. It really is my name on his chest. My heart is beating so fast and everything is becoming a blur around me. Except for him; his blue eyes looking unsure at me, his face starting to get flustered, all I can do is stare.

Suddenly he grabs my wrists to shove me away, but I just throw myself at him. And I kiss him.

He stiffens but I don’t stop kissing him, I bring myself closer to his body until there’s no space between us. He doesn’t kiss me back, not until I put my hand on his hair–I’ve never kissed anyone so I’m not sure what to do with my hands, but I’ve always wanted to know what his hair felt like so that’s where I decide to put them. I must have done the right thing because Simon seems to wake up, he puts a hand on my neck and the other around my back and opens his mouth, allowing me to deepen the kiss.

Aleister Crowley, I’m kissing Simon. I’m kissing my soulmate, and he’s kissing me back.

We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath when he finally speaks, “did you just – why did you do that?”

“You kissed me back,” I remind him.

He blushes and looks down, putting his arms around himself again, so I take my jacket and give it to him. He accepts it without looking at me and puts it on. It’s a little big for him because I have broader shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Who is yours?” he asks, as he frowns and looks at my shirt, “Is it me?”

Of course it’s you. Bloody idiot.

“Maybe,” I answer. (I just like to mess with him.)

Then he grabs my shirt and yanks it open.

“For Crowley’s sake, Snow, we’re not savages!” I yelI as I feel myself start to blush. I can’t believe he just did that.

He stares at my chest.“Why didn’t you just say you had my name?” He lightly traces his name on my chest and his touch feels like it’s setting me on fire. “You’re such a prick.”

“Have you ever thought about me being your soulmate?”

“I have a list of things for me not to think about.”

“Am I on your list?”

“No…” he gives me a small smile before continuing, ”not thinking of you is like not thinking about an elephant that is standing on my chest…” he pauses and looks at my chest again. “But I never really thought about my soulmate.”

“Then why aren’t you freaking out about this?” I ask.

“Because as soon I saw your name, all these little details about you started to be clearer. I suddenly noticed things that I tried not to pay attention to before.” He blushes then.

“So you’re okay with this? Us being soulmates?”

“I just need a moment to try and figure this out. What this means… Us.”

“Of course, I say in a low tone as I start to turn around to leave.

“Wait…don’t leave,” he sighs. “Can you uhm… just sit down with me?”

He sits down where he was before and looks nervously at me. When I sit down next to him, I notice his shoulders relaxing.

I wait for him to talk, to let him sort out everything in his head. He hasn’t punched me and told me to fucking leave him alone, so it’s something.

I freeze when I feel him tugging softly on my sleeve. He must have been talking and I wasn’t listening. So I turn my head towards him.

He’s looking unsure, never meeting my eyes, “I was asking, how are you okay with this? I mean–well… you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” I really don’t.

“Oh.” Then he looks down at his hands and adds, “I don’t hate you either. Never have,” he huffs before he continues, “but you’ve been such a prick to me; that it’s a bit hard to believe that.”

“You’re not a saint either Snow… but fuck I know I’m–”

“Don’t, let’s uhm…” he runs a hand through his hair, thinking about what he’s going to say, ” let’s just carry on, okay?”

“How do you propose we do that?”

He suddenly gets up. “Let’s go on a date.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” I say with a surprised tone. Crowley, I must be dreaming.

“Yeah… I wanna go on a date with my soulmate.” he says, grinning as he starts to walk.

I’m not sure what he’s planning because it’s late and we can’t leave the school but I get up and follow him anyway.

I’d follow him anywhere.


As we enter the kitchen he immediately grabs a plate of sandwiches and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “You just wanted an excuse to shove some food on your mouth.”

He shrugs as he puts the plate on the small table at the far end of the kitchen. I look around to see what else there is to eat.

I open the fridge and there’s banana loaf and some other things on a plate, so I bring it all to the table.

He looks surprised for the amount of food in front of him. “You sure we can take all of this?”

“Of course.” Then a thought just occurs to me as I turn around to grab the kettle. I sit down and make the water hot for tea. Then as I pass him a mug I quietly add, “happy birthday, Simon.”

He gives me a small smile, and I think my heart skips a beat.

I’d never thought I’d get this; that I’d get him. But he’s here, pressing his leg against mine. And we’re both blushing, so I feel like maybe we’ll be alright. That we can carry on. Together.

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I am reopening my requests for these prompts! Please specify what character you want with which movie quote! Also, if you have any suggestions, send them to me with a character.

Aladdin 🐒

  1. _______ , _______ , (he’s/she’s) our man. If (he/she) can’t do it, GREAT!
  2. Do you trust me?
  3. She thinks the monkey is the sultan.
  4. If you wanna court the lady, you gotta be a sharp shooter.
  5. Wake up and smell the hummus.
  6. I’m history! No, I’m mythology! Nah, I don’t care what I am!
  7. Will not break! Will- it broke.
  8. (She’s/He’s) smart, fun. The hair, the eyes. Anything. Pick a feature.
  9. First, that fez and vest combo is much too third century. These patches. What are we trying to say? Beggar? No. Let’s work with me here.

Tangled 🌞

  1. Person A: Don’t freak out! / Person B: Freak out? Who’s freaking out? I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities it possesses. How long has it been doing that?
  2. Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog.
  3. That’s part man-smell, and the other part is really bad man-smell. I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?
  4. Viola! We’ll part ways as unlikely friends
  5. I hope you’re here to apologize.
  6. Person A: Who’s that? / Person B: They don’t like me. / Person A: Who’s that? / Person B: They don’t like me either. / Person A: Who’s that?!  / Person B: Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me!
  7. Well, that’s the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.
  8. Go. Live your dream. (…) Your dream stinks. I was talking to them.
  9. Frying pans… who knew right?

Lion King 🐯

  1. I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long.
  2. Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to kill him. And everybody’s okay with this? Did I miss something?!
  3. Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
  4. Person A: Gee. He looks blue. Person B: I’d say dirty. Person A: No, no, no. I mean he’s depressed.
  5. No, no, no. Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself.
  6. Temper, temper. I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.
  7. Good idea. (…) HEY!
  8. Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we.
  9. Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.

Peter Pan  🌌

  1. I hereby banish you forever. (…) Well, for a week then.
  2. (Girls/Boys) talk too much!
  3. Oh… well, I think (she’s/he’s) lovely.
  4. Nobody calls ___ a coward and lives!
  5. You can’t stick it on with soap,____ It needs sewing. 
  6. And sooner or later, ____, people have to grow up.
  7. A jealous (female/male) can be tricked into anything.
  8. Don’t you understand, ____? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!

Little Mermaid 🐬

  1. Oh, you really delight in these sadistic strain on my blood pressure don’t you.
  2. Hm. Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch, they swim all over you.
  3. I’m sixteen years old. I’m not a child anymore.
  4. ____, listen to me. The human world is a mess.
  5. I’m surrounded by amateurs. You want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself.
  6. Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it’s important!
  7. So much for true love!
  8. ____, if I may say, far better than any dream (girl/boy) is one of flesh and blood. One warm, and caring, and right before your eyes.
  9. You are hopeless, child. You know that. Completely hopeless.

Cinderella 👗

  1. A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.
  2. So this is love. So this is what makes life divine.
  3. Oh, that clock! Old killjoy. I hear you. “Come on, get up,” you say, “Time to start another day.” Even he orders me around.
  4. Good Heavens, child! You can’t go in that.
  5. Now, remember, your blood pressure!
  6. I don’t think you’re half trying.
  7. There must be something good about him.
  8. After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely… Completely wonderful.

Frozen ❄️

  1. You hesitated.
  2. Some people are worth melting for. Just maybe not right this second.
  3. Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled.
  4. I’ll distract them while you run.(…) Because I love you, ____, I insist you run. (…) Why aren’t you running?
  5. Whoa. Now that’s ice. I might cry.
  6. I love it! I could kiss you! I could. I mean, I’d like to. I. May I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what?
  7. (She’ll/He’ll) die on their own. I can live with that.
  8. Person A: You almost set me on fire! / Person B: But I didn’t!

Moana 🌊

  1. Are you just trying to get me to talk about myself? Because if you are… I will gladly do so.
  2. Um… what? I said help me! And wrecking my ____? Not helping!
  3. If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.
  4. Aah! That is disgusting! What is wrong with you?
  5. Sometimes who we wish we were, what we wish we could do, is just not meant to be.
  6. Whatever just happened… blame it on the pig.
  7. They took one look and they decided… that they did not want me.
  8. I’m not killing myself so you can prove something you’re not. It chose wrong.

Snow White 🍎

  1. Rags cannot hide (her/his) gentle grace.
  2. There’s dirty work afoot.
  3. (She/He) don’t know, (she/he) never tried.
  4. I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.
  5. (She’s/He’s) beautiful. Just like a angel!
  6. Now, make a wish, and take a bite.
  7. We are standing by a wishing well.
  8. There’s nobody like (her/him).

Sleeping Beauty 💗💙

  1. You know, sometimes I don’t think (she’s/he’s) really very happy.
  2. Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before.
  3. It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.
  4. Why do they still treat me like a child?
  5. Oh, they’re hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil.
  6. Oh… I just love happy endings.
  7. (She/He) always ruins your nicest flowers.
  8. I warn you,___. This means war!

Tarzan 🐵

  1. Person A: I know everything. Now, where have you been? / Person B: I thought you knew everything.
  2. Now, you stay away from me. Like a very good wild man.
  3. Put me down! Put me down! (…) No, pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!
  4. Thaaaaat’s IT! I’ve had it with you and your emotional constipation!
  5. What is this world coming to? (punch) Oh, by Jove. Don’t know my own strength.
  6. Oh, with the face and the eyes… All right! All right! But you’d better not make me do anything stupid.
  7. What about bacteria?
  8. It can’t get any worse, can it? Obviously, it can.

Hercules 💪🏻

  1. Person A: Aren’t you … a damsel in distress? / Person B: I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
  2. Well, you know how men are. They think “No” means “Yes” and “Get lost” means “Take me, I’m yours.” (…) Don’t worry, maybe Shorty here can explain it to ya.
  3. Person A: ___, when I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone.  / Person B: Sometimes it’s better to be alone.  / Person A: What do you mean? / Person B: Nobody can hurt you.
  4. For a true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.
  5. Fabulous party. You know, I haven’t seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself.
  6. WHAAAT?… Okay, fine, fine. I’m cool. I’m fine.
  7. People do crazy things… when they’re in love.
  8. Rule number 95: concentrate. (…) Rule number 96: aim!

The Emperor’s New Groove 🐪

  1. Person A: Uh-oh.  /  Person B: Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall. /  Person A: Yep.  / Person B: Sharp rocks at the bottom? /  Person A: Most likely.  / Person B: Bring it on.
  2. It’s brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say!
  3. Make my potatoes a salad.
  4. We’ve been through this. It’s a harp, and you know it.
  5. Pull the lever, ___! (…) Wrong lever!
  6. Oh, it’s not the first time I was tossed out of a window, and it won’t be the last. What can I say? I’m a rebel.
  7. Well, ya got me. By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.
  8. Is that my voice? Is that my voice? Oh, well.

Mulan 🐉

  1. My little baby, off to destroy people.
  2. What? What do you mean you’re not lucky? You lied to me? What are you, a sheep?
  3. Oooh! All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Make a note of this: dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow.
  4. No fightin’, play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid’s butt.
  5. Yeah, the only girl who’d love him is his mother.
  6. Um… You… You fight good.
  7. I think the question is, who are you! We’re in a war, man! There’s no time for stupid questions!
  8. You missed! How could you miss? (She/He) was three feet from you!
I Can’t Do the One-Two Step | Newt x Reader

Request: Heyy! Would you write an imagine with Newt where everyone knows they’re in love with each other but reader and Newt are damn oblivious about it so the glade tries to get them together and then they just hang mistletoes everywhere until they kiss and each other? I hope my english is okay, it’s not my first language!😅 btw i love your writings!😍 - Anonymous


Warnings: None
Word count: 2,668


A/N: Thank you for the request! Your English is fine, honey. Don’t ever feel embarrassed by that because knowing more than one language is so badass. As TBS would say, YOU GO GIRL! And, by the way, I loved writing this so much, it was so freaking cute and feel free to request imagines anytime because you have awesome ideas. I hope you enjoy it!

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Sadie Black (Chapter 6)

Originally posted by couplenotes

Things just kept spiraling out of control the next few weeks. Things really got weird when Edward requested my brother to go to Bella’s house to use his ‘wolf senses’ to sniff around after some vampire broke into her house.

I guess things hadn’t really gone well because when he came back home later that day, he was all upset because he had found out that Bella was going to be changed into a vampire after she graduated in a few weeks.

But he got over that pretty fast, convincing himself that he could change her mind by then. Bella was coming to the bonfire tonight, which was weird cause that was usually reserved for pack members and Quileute leaders only.

But I knew I wouldn’t have to hang out with them at the bonfire. Paul and the whole pack were gonna be there.

Sadly I had to go with him to pick her up at the border. Her leech boyfriend was dropping her off so he could go hunting. Gross.

His fancy ass car drove up to the border and Jake got out of his car to meet them.

“Are you gonna get in the backseat?” he asked, poking his head back through the window.

“Nope,” I muttered, popping the ‘p’ sound, not even bothering to look up from my book. I had my feet up on the dashboard while I read my chemistry book; I had finals coming up and I was stressing.

“Fine,” he grunted back at me before turning around.

“Doesn’t he own a shirt?” I heard Edward ask sarcastically.

I snorted at that. At least the leech had a sense of humor. I guess I had just gotten used to everyone that I was friends with not wearing a shirt.

A few minutes later, Bella got into the backseat and Jake started the car up. I continued reading my book while they made small talk. Thank god the ride to the beach wasn’t too long.

When we got there, the fire had already been started and most of the pack was already there. I abandoned my chemistry book in Jake’s car and walked slightly behind him and Bella down the beach.

“Hey babe!” Paul grinned as he yelled out from where he was helping Sam build up the bonfire.

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I ran ahead of Jake and Bella to give Paul a hug. I had worn a sweatshirt, but as soon as I got close enough to the fire and to Paul himself, I took it off.

“I don’t know why you even bother to wear those anymore,” he chuckled.

“Neither do I,” I laughed with him.

“Why don’t you grab something to eat and take a seat while Sam and I finish up with the fire,” he suggested before kissing me on the forehead.

“But then I’ll be cold again,” I pouted up at him, grabbing onto his belt loops and pulled him closer to me.

“Fine,” he chuckled. “Just give me a minute.”

He finished up gathering up more wood for the fire, throwing a few into the fire, before grabbing my hand and walking over to where Sue was serving up some food. We sat down on one of the logs by the fire and ate our food before the legends started.

Luckily Jacob had enough sense to sit on the opposite side of the fire from where Paul and I were sat. I always loved the bonfires; there had been a few since I had joined the pack. I thought the stories were interesting and I wasn’t going to let Bella’s presence ruin this for me.

I was always so excited to hear the stories, but I had been so stressed out lately with final exams coming up that I hadn’t gotten much sleep. And with Paul’s warm arm wrapped around my shoulders, I almost fell asleep.

After the bonfire, Paul drove me home as Jake had to bring Bella home and Paul didn’t really want me going to Forks anymore without him. And I didn’t exactly want to with vampires on the loose.

The next few days I spent studying my ass off. I was really worried about finals coming up and I wanted to get some of my studying done so that I could help Paul and some of the other wolves study as they hadn’t been in school much. It was stressing me out.

But at the moment I had been helping Paul study for the past two hours. Sure it was cliche, but I found that if I gave him a kiss after each correct answer he got it gave the best results.

“Sadie,” Paul whined. “Can we just take a break? We’ve been at this for too long.”

“Just a little longer, babe,” I answered. “We’ve almost finished with chemistry.”

“But I just want to kiss you…”

“You have been kissing me,” I giggled.

“I mean,” he started, scooting closer to me. “Really kiss you.”

He leaned in and kissed me slowly, holding my cheek gently in his hand. I lost myself a bit for a minute, but I pulled away quickly once I realized what he was doing.

“No!” I exclaimed. “We have to study!”

“We did, babe… now let’s just kiss a little before I have to go out for patrol.”

“But I-” I was cut off by my yawn.

“Or we could take a nap instead?” he suggested, laughing a bit. That sounded like a better idea. I hadn’t slept much lately.

“Okay I can do that,” I answered.

“Not sure if I should be offended or not that you don’t want to kiss me.”

“Shut up,” I moaned, laying down on my bed. He placed the notes and books we were reading from on the floor before flopping down next to me, making me bounce slightly on the bed.

“You need to stop worrying,” he told me. “You need to actually get some sleep. Sometimes I get more sleep than you and I have patrol practically every night.”

But I barely heard what he was saying, I had already started drifting off to sleep. I didn’t respond, I just snuggled into his side and wrapped my arm around his torso.

That Friday, after finals were officially over it seemed like things were going well until Jacob decided it would be a good idea to kiss Bella without her consent. And then she had punched him and broken her hand. That had made Edward extremely angry, yet Jake still thought it was a good idea for us to go to Bella’s graduation party.

Which is where we were heading now. I had told him that I wasn’t going to go to the party unless Paul came. Not that Paul wanted to come, but he couldn’t say no to me. Plus Quil and Embry were going so why couldn’t Paul come?

The Cullen’s house was so… shiny and new. It was like no one had ever lived in it even though they had in fact been living there for awhile now.

The party wasn’t terrible though, considering it was thrown by a bunch of vampires. The food was pretty good, but not as good as Emily’s obviously. Paul and I were hanging out with Quil and Embry in the kitchen when Jacob rushed in. His jaw was set angrily and he motioned for us all to follow him upstairs.

We made it to one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house and walked into what looked like a Cullen family meeting.

“What is this about?” Paul demanded. I stood in front of him with my back up against his torso and his arms wrapped around me tightly.

“Alice had a vision,” their coven leader answered.

“About what?” Embry asked.

“They’ll be here in four days,” the one that I’m assuming is Alice responded.

“This could turn into a bloodbath,” Carlisle stated.

“Who’s behind it?” Edward asked Alice

“I didn’t see anyone that I recognized… maybe one.”

“I know his face,” Edward said, reading her mind. “He’s local, Riley Biers. He didn’t start this.”

“Well whoever did is staying out of the action,” Alice concluded.

“They must be playing with the blind spots in your vision,” Carlisle stated.

“Either way,” the blonde one next to Alice started. “The army is coming and there aren’t enough of us to protect the town.”

“Hold up,” Jake intervened. “What damn army?”

“Newborns,” Carlisle answered him. “Our kind.”

“What’re they after?” Embry asked.

“They were passing around some of Bella’s clothes,” Alice responded. “A red blouse, a pair of jeans, and a light blue hoodie.”

“I don’t own a light blue hoodie,” Bella interjected.

“Well they were passing it around.”

Bella looked lost for a moment before she gasped a bit and looked over at me.

“What?” I asked her.

“That was your hoodie! You left it at my house that night you watched the game with my dad. I brought it to my room to remind myself to bring it back to you… I thought I had lost it.”

“So these newborn leeches are passing around Sadie’s scent!?” Paul demanded, starting to shake a bit. I placed one of my hands over his to calm him down. It worked to an extent.

“So they’re after Bella… and Sadie? That doesn’t make any sense!” Jake exclaimed.

“He was probably just trying to get any scent that was from around here,” Edward tried to explain. “And the wolves have been chasing Victoria too, maybe he smelt that on the clothing.”

“So what the hell does this mean?” Paul asked angrily.

“It means an ugly fight,” Carlisle answered calmly. “With lives lost.”

Jake, Embry, Quil, and Paul all glanced at each other, seeming to come to a quick agreement.

“Alright,” Jacob responded. “We’re in.”

“No,” Bella muttered. “You’d get yourselves killed. No way.”

“I wasn’t asking for permission.”

“Edward,” she turned to the vampire, pleading with him to say something.

“It means more protection for you,” he told her.

“She’s not the reason we’re doing this,” Paul barked out. “Sadie is apart of our pack and we protect our own.”

“So you think Sam would agree to… an understanding?” Carlisle asked.

“As long as we get to kill some vampires…”

“Jasper?” Carlisle asked.

“They’ll give us the numbers,” the one standing near Alice responded. “Newborns won’t know they even exist, it’ll give us an edge.”

“We’ll need to coordinate-”

“Carlisle!” Bella tried to stop him. “They’re gonna get hurt.”

“We’ll all need some training,” he ignored her to address my brother. “Fighting newborns requires knowledge that Jasper has, you’re welcome to join us.”

“Alright,” Jake agreed. “Name the time and place.”

“Jake,” Bella pleaded. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Bella,” Jacob responded. “This is what we do. You should be happy. Look at us, working together. You are the one that wanted us to get along, remember?”


“No, Bella!” he exclaimed. “My sister is being threatened and she’s apart of our pack. We protect our own. Now we should go get some sleep so we can be ready for our training session.”

We all made our way out of the Cullen house and into Paul’s truck. Jake shifted and ran ahead to inform Sam about what had happened. Embry and Quil sat in the truck bed while Paul drove with one hand and held my hand with the other.

“You’ll be okay,” Paul insisted. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“I know you won’t, baby,” I reassured him, squeezing his hand. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t wanna live without you.”

Hell Hound Part 7

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Smut, with 1 semi appropriate gif

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German Airport 3 days later…

My palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t focus.

The day has come where I fight my boyfri- I mean Spider-Man.

I really need keep that in check, I just need to focus on ‘fighting’ Spider Man to keep him occupied so we can both impress our leaders. I see Peter across the strip from me and the rest of the team, waiting to attack. You know, he really does look good in that suit I mean it just shows off his cute little butt so much like- Oh what am I saying! Focus, focus!

“Are we really going to do this?” I whispered to Wanda, sweat now collecting on my hairline. She nodded her head and gave me a sad smile, knowing I wasn’t ready for what we were about to face. It was the destruction of the Union, and no one was going to be able to stop this collapse.

“Let’s go!” Steve shouted, and we all started running towards the carriers, as that was our main goal point. As Peter became closer and closer my heart pace increased as well. Suddenly, Iron Man and his team start running towards us. I see Peter and Tony exchange a few words before the first collision of metal rings through the air. Black Widow pinned against her best friend, Vision against Wanda, Iron Patriot against Sam, it was all so wrong. This was not what the Avengers were for, this is not what peace looks like. Suddenly I feel a hard collision into my shoulder and I see Iron Patriot flying by. As I struggle to get back up, I can see Peter going after Bucky and Sam. Thinking that Bucky and Sam could hold their own while not hurting Pete too bad I emerged myself in the real fight in front of me. I focused all of my energy towards keeping the beast inside of me under my control, and as I slowly lit up into flames, the hot embers engulfing my body.

“Holy shit,” I hear Vision say. “Is that girl on fire?” I look up to see that Bucky was not doing so hot against T’Challa, so he was my first focus. Running straight towards the two powerhouses I pummel into the side of T’Challa, but soon feel a razor sharp scratch against my calf as he digs into my skin. Letting out a groan of pain I release the royalty and Bucky throws him against the side of a plane. Slowly making my way off the ground I can feel the cool breeze against my flesh wound, but the cold feels good and I relish in the feeling for a few moments. Until my thoughts are cut short by a boyish scream and the sound of glass breaking coming from the airport building. I see a flash of red and blue being dragged across the sky before colliding with a bunch of boxes set on top of one another. I immediately run over to Peter to make sure that he’s okay. He’s fast to get up, the adrenaline in his body has to be on an all time high. I can see his eyes widen at my flaming form but I smile and slap him upside the head.

“You had me worried for a second Spider-boy.” I say jokingly. I know that I can’t see his face under his mask but I can just see him rolling his eyes. Peter grabs me by the arms and brings me close before pushing me back on the stacks of boxes, my landing padded by the cardboard.

“We really have to do this, don’t we?” He asked timidly. I nodded my head as I got up from the boxes and put myself into a fighting stance. He let out a sigh and mirrored my position. I was the first to throw a punch, well I wouldn’t really call it a punch because I never intended for my fist to ever land on Peter, nor to cause him any serious harm. As this went on for a while we both became a little more goofy with our moves, making them less about actual fighting and more about who looks the dumbest. At one point I had actually began to laugh at Peter’s nonsense during this serious situation.

All of the laughing with Peter just reminds me of all of the fun memories that I had with my mom, like our Friday game nights where we would cheat so much but neither cared because winning wasn’t everything, or when she stayed up all night with me binge-watching Criminal Minds because I was too scared to watch it after dark by myself. I got so caught up in the memories of my mom and I that I didn’t realize that Peter was screaming my name until it was too late. I felt strong arms grabbing me around my waist and then I was flying through the air. My body came to a bone chilling halt when I collided into the cement side of the airport building, my head cracking in the back. As I landed on the ground, I tried to catch my breath but nothing was working. My vision became extremely blurry, I felt no center of balance, my head was absolutely throbbing and my left arm felt like someone was stabbing a knife repeatedly into the tanned flesh. I could hear Tony in the background yelling at the top of his lungs at T’Challa.

“That was my daughter you just hurt you fucking ass-hat. I told everyone that she was off limits!”

“I don’t take orders from you, metal man.” T”Challa responded before running off to find Bucky.

I closed my eyes momentarily to try and find some type of relief for my body, but to no avail. I opened my eyes slowly but I saw a figure in front of me that just couldn’t be real. My eyes widened before slowly rubbing them. She smiled and her brilliant teeth were shining miraculously in the sunlight.

“Hello my sweet little Samara” I hear a familiar voice call out. I raise my head off of the concrete and see my angelic looking mother standing there before me. This can’t be real, this can’t be happening.

“Mom,” I questioned cautiously. “Is that really you?” She nodded her head and opened her arms before me. I ran straight into them and laid my head onto her smooth, silk shirt, missing the way that she embraced my body whenever we would hug.

“I miss you so much my little matchstick.” She said smiling while grabbing my face between her two calloused hands. Mom was always a hard worker, she never got the time to treat herself right.

“I missed you too momma.” I said, my voice cracking in the middle of the sentence as I could feel tears now forming in my eyes. I let the salty drops roll freely down my scratched face as I took in my mom’s appearance.

“Mom, you’ll never believe what’s happening. Right now I’m fighting the Avengers with the Avengers, how weird is that? And Peter is on the opposite team but he promised not to hit me too hard.” She smiled at my running mouth, I always blab alot when I’m nervous oddly enough. But as I looked back at the airport, I saw a burgundy and gold suit flying around and I could feel anger bubbling inside of me.

“Mom,” I said with a sharpness in my tone. “Why did you never tell me that Tony Stark was my father? Don’t you think I have the right to know where the other half of my DNA comes from? Do you think it’s fair that I’ve had to grow up without a dad that actually wanted me? No you had to keep him  away. Why mom, why did you do that!?” I became more angry, and a fire begins to burn deep within my soul as I keep ranting with my mother. I understood that she was trying to protect me, but does she think that I’m that much of a baby that I can’t handle that?

“Honey calm down, you’re getting warm on one side and frozen on the other, you need to settle down okay? I know that I kept a lot from you, including your name but I did all of this to protect you. Someday you will learn why I did these things but today is not one of those days okay?” I could feel her starting to slip away from me, her faze becoming a haze.

“No mom wait, you can’t leave me, not again.” I whimpered as I clutched onto any piece of my mom that I could grab. All of my attempts were futile though as my hands were met with air instead of the beautiful figure that was my mom.

“In due time my darling, in due time…” her voice faded away in the whistling wind.

“No, no, NO MOM COME BACK. I CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN MOM PLEASE!” I begged, now full on sobbing as I tried to run with the voice but tight arms wrapped around my waist as I felt the familiar feeling of spandex drawing me back into the world.

“No let go of me, that’s my mom!” I yelled struggling against Peter. “Peter I can save her this time, I can.. I can save her Peter just LET ME GO!” I wiggled and prodded and begged but Peter’s iron tight grasp on my body would not budge. Finally I fell against his chest, sobs racking through my body.

‘“Why couldn’t I save her Pete?” I asked him. The pain in my head was back and bolder than ever, it was burning so bad that I could feel my body start to shut down, growing weak in my limbs.

“Samara,” Peter said, shaking me slightly. “Samara, Sammmm, Sammsies. C’mon babe don’t pass out on me, stay awake, keep your eyes on me okay.” Peter ripped off his mask and I could see a black eye forming on his right eye, even then he still looked like the most gorgeous creature that I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but let myself slip into the darkest part of my mind that held the promise of no pain.

“No, no, no. Please baby, I- MR STARK HELP” Peter was now shaking my body violently as my eyes fluttered shut. The last thing I heard was a heavy metal suit landing hastily again concrete and a small, teenage voice whispering,

“Please, let her be okay. She’s the one thing that holds me together.”


I wake up in a panic.

I shoot up from a hospital cot, my body heat went up at an excessive rate making me sweat. Whenever my body does that it means that its rapidly healing to self.

No longer do I feel pain, now I just feel the biting sting of betrayal. My mom kept pretty much my identity from me, I see no logic in her reasoning.

And since she can’t say why herself I’ll go Tony, he has to have something…anything.   

“Hello Samara. I’m FRIDAY your father made-”

After the initial shock of hearing the voice of the AI system I cut her off. “No, Tony Stark is not my father.” I said stubbornly.

“Yes Miss Stark, I-Miss Stark I advise you not to get -okay.” FRIDAY said as I completely ignore her and get up. I started to pull at wires off my body, the machine beside started to do a long beep sound and the heart monitor turned flat.

As I was pulling out my IV Tony Stark and Peter come barreling into the room.

When they saw that I was okay, they calmed down.

“Why did you do-”

“Where am I?” I asked looking around and I see a lab with different stations.  

“You’re in the Avenger Tower, the medical wing.” Tony said with his arms crossed as he watched Peter comes over to me.

“Sam, you-you’re healed. I’m so sorry I should’ve been faster, I-” I stop him by giving him a hug tucking my head into his neck. “I’m okay, I heal fast, I must’ve missed so much Homework.” I said still into his neck. “I did it. Don’t worry about that, and I talked to Corrine and she has been Captain till you get back to school.” He wrapped his arms around me tight, I move my head back and roll my eyes, “So you wrote my 10 page paper in english? You read Pride and Prejudice?” I asked with a raised brow.

Peter blushed, “Well I think Sparknotes is just as good as reading it.” I smiled, I completely forgot what was happening. That was until I heard someone clear their throat behind us.

Reality had an annoying way to pull me back towards earth.

“You know, I’ve been here the whole time. And really? What is it about you two and Homework?” Tony said once he caught our attention.

I rolled my eyes as Peter let me go as fast as possible, like he just noticed Tony’s existence.

“Sorry, Mr.Stark sir…sir.” Peter said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Now it was time for Tony to roll his eyes. “Wow, okay cutting to the chase I have intel where the Cap and Tin Man are and I’m going to help them, so you,” He pointed at me, “FRIDAY will show you around since you’ll be staying here now, and you,” his finger turned to Peter, “You Spider-ling, I have a car for you, ready to take you home, cause I don’t trust you two alone, mostly I don’t trust you. You stare too much.” Tony said in a egotistical tone. Peter blushed a dark red and replied with his usual, ‘Yes sir’.

We all stand in silence for a moment.

“I meant now, move it people.” Tony shooing us out of the lab. I started to go one direction and Tony went the other, Peter followed me.

Once Tony noticed Peter was following me instead of him he groaned in annoyance and grabbed the boy by the collar.

“Nice try.” Tony said, I waved and laughed as Peter had a sheepish look on his face.

Once they both left FRIDAY started to talk and show me other places throughout the tower. By the end of the tour it was dark and I laying my room Tony designed for me, with a walk in closet that as the latest trends on the hanger.

I laid on the bed feel tempurpedic mattress mold to my body. As I was contemplating the meaning of life, like all adolescents do, when my phone rang. Already knowing who it was I answered it without fail.

“Hey Pete,” I said with a chirp, “Hey Sam, what’s up?” He said his voice sorta muffled and I can hear the distant sound of New York, he’s on Spider-Man patrol.

“I know you’re in Spider-Man gear, swing by and we can hangout.” I said hopefully, looking at the ceiling.

“What about Mr. Stark, I’m not allowed over.” He said with a unsureness edge to his voice.

“Okay first off, I might be related to him by blood but he is not my father so he doesn’t control me or my boyfriend, and secondly who are you more scared of me or him?” I asked now sitting up.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Both..but you more.” He said and I can hear the smile on his face.

“Good, now come over, I’ll leave the window open.” I said once he agreed we hung up.

I got off the comfortable bed and opened my large window that sits above my huge day bed.

I was dressed in small shirt that had the stupidest cat pun that said ‘Get Meowster Here!’ with small black shorts.

I sit back on the bed and swing my legs back and forth in boredom.

“Miss Stark you know Mr. Stark won’t approve.” I jump at FRIDAY’s voice and let out a breath, “don’t tell Tony please.” I asked fluttering my eyes, after a few seconds she answered, “Okay, but just this once.”

I did a small victory dance, then I thought of something,”Hey FRIDAY, can you play Girl/Girl/Boy by Panic! At the Disco please?” I asked

“Sure thing.” FRIDAY said and the song came on loud and clear.

I started to dance like a spaz and embraced it. I was laughing and singing along at the top of my lungs. After the song was done I collapsed on the bed in fit of giggles that was until I hear Peter slowly clapping from the windowsill. I shoot up from my spot from the bed in surprise. He of course had his full Spider-Man uniform on.

“You have a gift!” He said over dramatically

I roll my eyes for umteenth time that day and smiled while walking over to him, when got to him I gave him a peck over his mask.

“Aren’t you going to buy me dinner first?” Peter said as a joke, he always had this new found charisma and swagger when he put of the suit. But we all know he looks better with it off.

With that in mind I put my hands at the base of his mask and pull it off. “Just kiss me you idiot.” I said before bringing him into a searing kiss. I weave my fingers through thick chestnut locks and bring him closer.

I start walking backwards until the back of my knees hit the mattress and I sit down which caused us to separate. We both were taking deep breaths.  

“Are we? Like now? Here?” Peter asked in flood, I bite my lip and looked at the spider emblem on his suit, “I guess.”

“Okay um alright, wow.” Peter said in a stutter rubbing the back of his neck. “If you don’t wan-” I started but Peter cut me off. “No no no, I want this, I want you. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this…wanting you.” Peter said in a shy voice and suddenly he finds the floor fascinating. I smile and lifted his chin with my finger, “I have-” again this time Peter cut me off with a kiss.

And the kiss was hot and heavy, felt the back of the of his suit for the button that causes it to come undone. Once I found it I clicked it, and the suit effortlessly fell to the floor. I detached my lips from his and slid back from him to give him room on the bed. Once he completely stepped out of the suit and crawled up to me until he was hovering over me.

“Hi” he said before kissing me briefly, I smile and replied, “Hi” I then placed my hands on his muscular pecs and slowly moved them to the back of his neck and top of his back as he gave me open mouth kisses on my neck, trying to find that spot that makes my toes curl. After a few attempts he found, and how he found out was when I arched my back and digged my nails into his skin out of pleasure.

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I felt one his hand travel down to my thigh and gave it a small squeeze, than he began playing with the strings of my pajama bottoms.

“Y-you can can ugh, take-oh god- them off,” I said in a moaning mess.

When Peter leaves my neck I whimper at lost of contact. He hooked his pointer fingers at the band of my shorts and looked at me again, still unsure, I jerkily nod my head and watch as he takes a breath and pulls them down.

He gasps as he sees I have no underwear, I bite my lip as Peter grows pink. I feel something go from hard to solid rock in his boxers.

I feel my breath catch in my throat as he gently places his hands on my knees. “M-may I?” Peter asked and suddenly all of this becomes real and I don’t have any regrets. I love Peter Parker, and I’m giving him a piece of me that no one can take away nor steal. It will forever be his.

“Yes.” I said laid back down watching him as I hold my breath. He slowly opens my legs, and I can feel how wet I was down there, I become embarrassed when Peter is just staring at it with an expression I can’t name.  

“You’re stunning Samara, perfect even” Peter said in a whisper. I smile and my fears quiet down.

After a moment nothing happens, “Peter, aren’t you..?” I asked looking at him expectedly.

“Ye-yeah, sorry, where exactly?” he asked embarrassed. I gave him a reassuring look and grabbed his hand, I slowly guided it to where he needed to be. And once I told him what to do we were back in business.

He started to move in tight circles and I let out a cry, “Peter!” I grip the sheets beneath me tight and arched my back again, with my toes curling. I start to pant as Peter gradually picked up speed.

“Peter, Peter, Peter” I moaned like a prayer as I felt something inside me was about to snap. I didn’t notice Peter lowering his face.

All of a sudden it stopped, I was about to say something when I felt Peter has put his mouth over my clit and gently started to suck.

My hips started to buck as pleasure took over my body, “PETER! I’M CLOSE!” I yell as I grip his hair firmly in my hand. As if like a switch Peter goes even faster, and after one more buck I completely come undone and twitch a little, I feel myself violently as Peter lets me go.

I look at Peter with lust hooded eyes, “How was that?” Peter said licking his lips, sliding a finger up and down thigh. Instead of answering him I move forward and grab onto him, we started to kiss again.

After kissing some more and all clothing has come off we both stare at eachother. “I love you  Samara.” Peter said holding my hand tight, I squeeze it back and said for the first time while he was wake, “I love you too.”

He smiles wide and gives me a sweet kiss once he pulled away I looked down, I don’t know how he’ll fit, I’m just hoping it doesn’t hurt. As if hearing my thought he said, “I’ll go slow.”

I nodded my head and watched at Peter slowly positioned himself at my entrance, with one final look Peter slowly pushed himself inside of me.

I was expecting pain, but nothing, all I felt was pleasure, I’m glad I broke my hymen during sports. Once Peter was all the way in he sighed in content.  After a moment of adjusting to his size, I signaled him to start moving.   

And when he did the sensation felt amazing almost unbearable. Mine and Peter’s groans mix together as he pumps his hips slowly.

“F-Faster, fa-oh-oh god!”  I was beginning to ask but Peter started to go hard. The bed was rocking in time to Peter’s thrusts and you can hear our skin slipping together when they meet. “Fuck Samara” Peter groaned as he held my hips tighter moving hard against me, I know I’ll marks on my hips after wards.

By this time I’m a moaning mess and I feel the familiar edge that’s about to be met.

“Babe, d-darling, I’m g-” Peter started, “Me too” I moaned out with an arched back. I didn’t think it was possible but Peter started to rock even harder and after a moment for the second time I open myself like a flower, “PETER!” I screamed in ecstasy I feel myself grip him tight, at the sound of me screaming his name Peter comes undone and feel him unravel inside me. I pant as he pulls out, he fall beside me and brings my naked body to his chest.

“I love you Sam,” Peter whispered before kissing the shell of my ear. I smile and whisper ‘I love you’ back before I fall asleep myself.

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Creepypasta #1235: Don’t Go Camping Alone, Ever

Length: Long

I ain’t scared of nothing. That’s what I yelled to my brother as I slammed the door to my car shut. Things have, um, changed since then. I’ve changed.

I remember his smirk, how he held out my jacket, the way he spouted off an endless list of things I should be scared of - skinwalkers and witches and werewolves oh my. He presented each one as reason after reason of why this idea was stupid, saying I still had time to flake out, save face.

I remember rolling my eyes, snatching my jacket from his grasp, sliding into my car and yelling that I’m not scared before speeding away towards the darkening outline of the mountains. They stood out stark against the setting sun like teeth.

Boy, how I wish I listened. I was wrong. He was right.

I’m fucking scared.

Let me back up a bit. It all started about two days ago. I was out of my mind depressed; could barely get out of bed, thought about chucking myself in front of cars, over bridges, off buildings, just dying. I thought about dying all the time. And enough was enough.

One of the few friends I had suggested that I try solo camping, said it might clear my mind, that the wilderness, the silence, the solitude would do me good. He gave me a list of spots, some more isolated than the others. I decided on the most isolated one, which was about a three-hour hike from the last campsite far out in the Rocky Mountain National Forest.

I remember his face, the surprise, the acceptance. 

You sure? His voice cracked. I nodded, saying nothing. 

Okay, I mean it’s a pretty secluded place, especially for a first time camper. He shrugged. But, then again, it’s a beautiful spot. It’ll definitely give you some perspective. And the night sky out there is insane. 

I thanked him and turned to leave, but he spoke up again. Hey, don’t let the forest spook you, okay? A word of advice from a veteran: don’t go out at night no matter what you hear, you might get totally fucked by a bear or lion.

The drive up the mountains was strangely soothing. The gently curving roads that wove their way through the trees and up the rocks were exciting to navigate, and soon my mind was eased into a peaceful contemplation.

I had decided to forgo electronics this trip, even going as far as securing my phone in my glove-box. I wanted to be completely free of all that shit, able to focus on the now rather than ruminate about the past or fear the future.

I would be gone for five days and four nights, enough time for me to (hopefully) recuperate and reassess my life and what I was doing with it.

I soon descended into Estes Park and drove through the picturesque town towards RMNP, willing myself not to stay at the Stanley instead. I found the entrance to the park with ease and continued to the closest lot to my campsite.

Night was now falling and I silently cursed myself for leaving so late. I sat in my car for a good thirty minutes before deciding that it would be too risky hiking three hours in near pitch black. There were four other tents set up in the lot I was at with room for one more, and soon I had my own tent set up. That night went comfortably. I was surrounded by chatting, laughing people and unruly, but happy children who ran round and round screaming. A few of them offered me roasted hot-dogs and s’mores and beers and I filled my belly, smiling. I was rolled up in my sleeping bag before the last light from the dying embers faded away.

The second night didn’t go so smoothly.

I woke up late, well-rested, but still groggy and took my time repacking my tent. I hesitated at first, wondering if I should just stay there, but at 3PM another family showed up with proof they had reserved the site. So, I gathered my things and set off. And immediately got lost. Navigating by map and compass for the first time and alone is a lot harder than it sounds. And the trees. The trees can be misleading, can turn you around, make you think you’re on the right path when really you’re miles from where you’re supposed to be.

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Even If It’s Just Pretend

A new chapter! Also, this is for Snowbaz Feda Day 3 (@snowbaz-feda ).

Description: Simon is broke, his foster father is an asshole, and he knows he has nowhere to go when summer break comes around. So when he sees an ad for a paid psychology experiment involving romantic couples, he’s quick to pretend he’s in a relationship…with his nemesis/roommate Baz.
AKA the faking dating trope that we know we all love.

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Come And See Me (Triple H x Reader)

Context: When it comes to falling in love with your older co-worker, Reader has it covered. Falling in love was never a part of the plan for Triple H. But when life reaches a breaking point, maybe it’s time for them both to reexamine: Do you choose your own happiness or fix the mistakes that came glaring back at you?

**A/N: *** I used to have a huge ass crush on Triple H a few years ago. He’s alright now. (Totally lying.) I based this off the song “Come and See Me” by PartyNextDoor (ft. Drake). This takes place in an AU where Triple H was never married to Stephanie. (special guest appearances by Shawn Michaels and Bianca Belair)


**SB:** Requests are closed. Drabbles are closed. Finals are next week (may the odds be in everyone’s favor) and I will not be writing anything until I pass. Any requests/drabbles sent in will be *Matt Hardy voice* deleted. Thanks for understanding!

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“…I been up for two whole days thinkin’ what I did to keep you goin’

Thumbin’ through the voicemails that you left me tellin’ me where I went wrong

I’ll admit I’m sorry when I feel I’m truly sorry

Things change, people change, feelings change too

Never thought the circumstances woulda changed you…”

        The cracks of dawn greeted the bed where his hands caressed my bare thigh, the thickness of his bicep as it curled around my waist and his soft snores filled the room. He was late and I knew it. During these hours, he would already be gone, leaving the space me beside colder than the first step into a fresh patch of snow and a note. But he’d be waiting for me at work as though nothing had ever happened: with a smile that enhanced his pearly white teeth and laugh lines that encompassed the corners of his eyes. It was another typical to help set up production schedules and my continuously rigorous training of being a WWE superstar.

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Hi! My birthday is April 3rd and I was wondering if I could get a best friends/ peeta is jealous Drabble please? Thank you so much lovelies.

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Wishing you a wonderful birthday! The incredible @alliswell21 has written this perfect little bit of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!


A/N: Happy Birthday! Here is a fluffy Everlark growing-back-together story with just a touch of spice. Enjoy!!!

Canon compliant
Rated T
Fluff and Comfort


It’s a rare evening, peaceful and quiet, Peeta and I sit on the porch watching the sun dip to sleep in the horizon, displaying the most beautiful array of colors either of us has seen in months.

“Look!” I whisper, “It’s your favorite color,” I point at the glorious arrange of oranges, yellows and pinks just in front of us.

Peeta smiles at the sky contentedly, softly. At peace. “I remember it clearly now,” he says with a pleased sigh. Then his sweet, blue eyes, turn to find mine, reaching my hand with his. “Thank you,”

“What for?” I ask confused.

“You gave me back part of my identity just by knowing something as simple as my favorite color, or how I tie my shoelaces.” He scoots closer to me on the stoop while intertwining our fingers more firmly. “You help me rediscover the real me every day. Thank you for not forgetting who I was, even when I did.” He kisses my knuckles.

“Well, you’ve help me stay sane, so I guess…” I fish in my head for the right words, but he smirks and answers,

“We’re even?”

I scowl causing him to chuckle.

“No,” I counter. “We make a good team. We are good for each other.”

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12


yoooo i think this might be the longest chapter yet, and I started planning the other ones. i want to finish some more and queue them or something idk

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anonymous asked:

Omg I'm so so sorry i just realized i forgot to mention who !! (I'm the anon from the 39/42 prompts) wow great job me I'm sorry >< It was with Sirius ! (Sorry again!)

Don’t worry about it, hun, its totally fine, thank you so much for your compliments. This is long and full of angst and it…it was sadder than I thought it would be but I am horrible so I kind of like it? I hope you do, too. 

39. “Please come home, I miss you.” and 42. “I’m pregnant.” 

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London bakes in a merciless heatwave, cooking anything that even dares to step out into the streets. You lie on his bed in nothing but a bra and some shorts, fanning yourself with your hand because your skin feels as though it may catch fire. He lies beside you, staring up at the ceiling, cursing the world for not allowing underage wizards to use magic.

The anxiety crashes over you once again as you lie there, listening to Sirius talk. It’s unbearable. It is closing in on your shoulders and your skull is cracking from the pressure of it all. Not to mention the strange aches and pains as your body tries to adjust to this…new intruder.

You have to tell him. One way or another. And you don’t mean to, but suddenly your mouth is open and your lips are moving and words are bursting from your throat.

I’m pregnant.” You interrupt him mid-lecture and a smile splits across his face before he barks out a laugh.

“With what, a hippogriff?” You look at him, your expression solemn, and his smile fades. “You’re not joking,” he notes. And then the fear etches across his face.

A cold and heavy silence washes over the two of you and Sirius doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t breathe. He’s frozen in time, lost in his mind, and you wonder what he’s thinking.

We’re just kids. Heck, Sirius has only just entered his seventh year at Hogwarts and me, my sixth. The world was our oyster and we fucked up, real bad.

“Are you sure?” he finally asks and his voice is hoarse, “We’ve been so careful…”

“No, I was careful and you were impatient,” you correct him, “though I was obviously not careful enough…”

“So what happens now?”

A beat of silence. And then – “I’m keeping the baby.”

Sirius nods.

The spot beside you is cold when you wake up the next morning.

It’s been thirty-six hours. Thirty-six hours since you’ve seen Sirius and you think you might just go out of your mind.

You’ve owled Remus, James and Peter, hoping they may know where he is and none of them seem to know. Feeling worried, hurt and confused, you rack up a mental list of all the places he could be. You, James, Remus and Peter checked the Leaky Cauldron and searched every crook and corner of Diagon Alley, finding nothing in return. You’re on the verge of tears when James pulls you aside and hands you a mirror.

“I’ve been trying to call him using our two-way mirror. He been ignoring me. But he just might listen to you.”

Taking the mirror into your hands, you stare into your reflection and in a soft whisper, you call his name. You call, you beg, you plead, but all you see in return is your own, worried gaze peering back at you.

“Sirius,” you rasp and your voice is three octaves lower, “I know you’re scared. But I am too. Have you ever thought about that? I have no idea what I’m doing, nor do I know what the future has in store. All I know is that I love you and this baby and I need you. Please come home. I miss you.

You give the mirror back to James and flee before he can see your unshed tears.

You’re sitting on the railing of your balcony when he comes and for a moment your foolish heart believes it’s Sirius. But it’s James. He stands there with his hands in his pockets looking guilty and nervous and your heart sinks.

“It’s Sirius,” he murmurs, “We found him.”

You leap to your feet and follow James into the apartment and toward the living room, out the door and into the street. Then, he throws the invisibility cloak over the two of you and you mount his broomstick.

James kicks off the ground and soars into the sky and you wrap your arms around his waist, clinging to him because, all of a sudden, you feel lightheaded. Your eyes are closed but your heart is screaming and after ten minutes or so, you feel as though you’re descending. When you open your eyes, your on the ground. In a park. In the middle of nowhere.

But there he is. He’s standing there with Remus and Peter and when you slip off the broomstick, he inhales heavily, nervous energy sparking in the air.

“What the hell is this?” You demand, marching toward him. “You disappear into thin air and–”

You’re interrupted when you realise where you are. It’s not just a park, it’s a botanical garden. And there are fairy lights hanging from the trees and hundreds of candles glowing like small tongues of fire, flickering in a summer breeze.

“(Y/N),” Sirius murmurs, taking your hand, “I know I’m not perfect. And I’m sorry that I ran away. But I needed time to set this all up so that I can redeem myself for being such a prick…” You blinked and Sirius continued to explain, “The truth is, I love you. I love you more than words can express. And this baby means more to me than my own life does. I want you both to be happy, so…”

Sirius dropped to one knee and you finally understood what the fuck was going on. “Will you, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) marry me?”

You stared at Sirius, at his wide, hopeful eyes and his nervous smile and you wanted to punch him. You wanted to kiss him. But you did neither.

“You go missing for forty-two hours and then you propose to me? Sirius, do you realise the mess I was in when you vanished? When I thought you weren’t ever going to come home? When I thought you’d gone forever…” Sirius stared at you, his hopeful expression dropping, eyes averted in shame. He said nothing, so you continued. “Which is why I’m saying yes. I will marry you.”

There were cheers of joy and happiness as Sirius leapt to his feet, took you into his arms and kissed you passionately, twirling you as you held onto him with a tight embrace. When you both parted, Sirius pressed your foreheads together and cupped a hand over your belly as though he were hugging his child.

“We’re going to be a family,” Sirius beamed.

“Yes,” you grinned, “We are…”

Except, you wouldn’t be. Because, of course, Life is sinister and cruel and nothing more. But you were used to life and its wicked games, and so was Sirius. You were both survivors, and survivors always stick together. 

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Mates Part 2 - Liam Dunbar

Part 1

Requested by: a lot of followers and anons over the year.

Word Count: 7, 178

Note: The reader’s thoughts are in Italic and Liam’s thoughts are bold and Italic. Just to avoid any confusion between the two.

SPOILER ALERT! Also, shout out to @prettyobrien for being an inspiration to write Liam and Y/N as wolves. It was hard but her Liam imagine “Lost in Love” really did help a lot. 

Listen to this song while reading it. It was the only song I would listen to while writing this. I hope y’all will love this one as much as you loved the first part.

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The funny thing about having a mate is how you meet them unexpectedly. Some will find that instant connection, love at first sight as they say, and some take their time before it happens. Regardless, mates are meant to cross in each other’s paths. Their destiny was different and unusual. It wasn’t love at first sight for Liam and Y/N. In fact, Liam wasn’t fond of Y/N when they first met. That all changed with a couple of deep scratches.

It’s been eight months since Liam and Y/N learned they’re mates. Liam and Y/N were still learning and getting used to being mates. They’ve only experienced the first two phases, unable to be without the other and feeling each other’s emotions and pain. They didn’t mind being inseparable; in fact they loved it. They loved being around each other and spending every waking moment together. It brought them a sense of peace knowing the other one was okay and safe by their side.

However, they were still trying to get used to their emotions and pains. It has its’ perks and its’ dislikes. They loved the feeling of how they made each other feel with each touch, kiss, and gesture. Except, when one of them was in pain, it wasn’t fun. Not only did they feel the same pain, but also they hated that they could never take away each other’s pain, and were forced to go through it together. And somehow that made them stronger.

Within the eight months, their love for each other grew with each passing day. They had the kind of love that everyone wished to find someday. Granted they were only sophomores in high school, but the way they moved around each other, played with each other, touched each other, and looked at each other, it was no doubt they were truly in love with one another. They were patient, gentle, and caring, but they were also very protective of one other. They knew each other better than anyone else. They were connected in ways no one could understand. However, their mating process wasn’t complete and they were soon about to experience a whole new level of connection, mentally, spiritually, and physically.

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Fandom: IT (2017)
Characters: Henry, Butch
Relationship: Henry/reader
Request: I was wondering if you could write about a reader who used to be abused and starts dating Henry when she moves to derry but finds out hes a bully and breaks up with him. But then she finds out about his father abusing him and knows she has to help him.
You trudged in the rain, your hair soaking wet but you didn’t mind. Because the water was hiding your tears.
You had only moved to Derry 3 months ago during summer after you turned 16 years old and the orphanage knew you would never get taken at that age, so they set you up in Derry with a flat. they called it a legally Minor Emancipation where you were to live like an adult of 18 when you were only 16. There was a lot of rules and regulations to abide by but, since you were in such a small town, you could disappear off the face of the earth.
It was in Derry that you met Henry Bowers. He was tough looking and tough talking. But when his eyes first fell on you, you saw them soften.
It was summer but you had to go into school because of the toll this whole situation had taken on your grades. You were surprised to see Henry there.
Over the summer, the two of you really connected in the empty class room. He made you laugh, a lot and you hadn’t felt this comfortable with someone in a long time.
One night, he was driving you home and, just before you got out, he kissed you.
That kiss set your whole world on fire as you felt your crush growing into something more.
he took you out of dates and treated you like a queen, something you had never really known, nor did you expect it from someone the same age as you. It was almost too good to be true.
but it turns out it was.
You had heard rumours that he was a bully, but people were saying he hadn’t been that bad over the summer. But then you started to hear more in depth things about what he did to people.
Then you saw it with your own eyes.
You had been walking in Derry yesterday when you saw him punching someone who was a couple of years younger than him. He was with his friends, who you had met on occasions but thought they were just a handful. But they weren’t.
They were bullies.
And that love you felt for him was overpowered by anger and hatred and you knew you couldn’t be with him.
You looked up as you rounded the corner, seeing Henry leaning against the wall of the theatre just under the small shelter which kept him dry.
It was meant to be a date tonight. He was going to take you to the cinema.
He seemed to sense someone looking at him and saw you. You saw a smile tug at his lips. He wouldn’t be smiling in a minute.
“I said I would come get you.” He joked as you came closer, nodding to his car. You glanced around, making sure there was no one about.
He reached out a hand to cup your cheek but you flinch away, backing away from him slightly.
“[y/n]?” He asked, totally confused by your actions. You were still standing in the rain, staring to the side.
“We’re over.” You said, speaking loud and clear as your heart broke in two.
“What?” Henry stepped closer, now coming into the rain.
“I saw you yesterday. I saw you punching that kid.” You look at him, trying to hide how much this was hurting you. “I wont date a bully.”
Henry stood with his mouth open staring at you for a moment before it snapped shut.
“I aint a bully.” He growled and, for the first time, you felt fear.
“You are! I know what a bully is and god knows I wont be with one!” You growl back, looking him up and down when you spoke and scowled.
you turned on your heel and started to storm away, your feel slashing in the puddles until a hand grabbed your wrist.
“[y/n]!” He called out, pulling you back. He twisted you around and, before you could saying anything, kissed you.
The kiss sent a warmth running through your body despite the rain. In fact, the rain only added to the kiss. It was like a scene out of a romance movie, a young couple kissing in the rain. You hated that you loved him this much. You hated that you weren’t strong enough to pull away and scold him but the truth was, you wanted him to kiss you.
He was first to pull away, searching your eyes for any sign of a change in your decision.
“Would you ever hit me?” You asked, unable to stop your question.
“No, no of course not.” He shook his head, his hair sending droplets of water flying but they got lost in the rain. You looked into his eyes and saw he really did mean it. But you knew better.
“When I was lying in the hospital, I swore to myself I would never put myself in a situation where someone could hurt me or harm me again.” You squeezed your eyes shut. Reaching down, you pulled up your top a little. Henrys eyes fell on a old scar which was still visible in your side. His eyes widened and he thought of how many times his hands had ran over that area.
“What-“ He trailed off as you dropped your top back over to cover it.
“My parents were killed when I was young and I was sent to live with my uncle. He used to beat me black and blue. He would threaten me, hit me, curse at me, throw things at me, put cigarettes out of my skin. You name it, he had done it. One night he went too far and he stabbed me. That was when the police got involved. I was taken away and put in an orphanage. And that was where I stayed for years until I was moved out here. But I wasn’t the only one he abused. I found out that the night he tried to kill me, he had killed my aunt who stood by and watched everything until she developed a voice. I swore I would never become her. I wouldn’t condone or turn a blind eye on abuse. I wouldn’t allow myself to be a victim any longer. I was broken, I still am. But I wont be with someone who breaks others like I was.” You looked past Henry as you spoke, tears spilling from your eyes as you told the story for the first time since that day.
“i-i-I wont hurt you.” henry stuttered, cupping your cheeks but you shook your head, backing away from him.
“You will. You will. One day, you’ll get angry and there wont be any one else around.” You shook your head, pulling away from and turning away. This time, you walked fast and didn’t hear him following.
“You wanna go?! Then go!” he screamed after you, making jump and more tears stream down your face. You heard the anger in his voice, but you also hear it break.
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With summer school ending the week before you broke up with Henry, you didn’t see him again until school.
But you were surprised, you didn’t seen nearly as much of him as you thought. You saw him in passing, and when he stared at you from afar. But he didn’t come near you. Some people seemed to have gotten it in their minds that you had beaten the crap out of him, which was quickly dismissed when people got to know you. You quickly made a few friends and people seemed to like you.
The weather didn’t get any better. In fact, there was now parts of the town that were flooded. You had been in school but hadn’t seen Henry at all. He was in your maths class, but he wasn’t there today. People had said he wasn’t as bad as he used to be. And that he had became a lot more secluded and withdrawn.
You sat in the living room, reading. The TV channels were getting messed up with the torrential rain from outside so you had given up.
It was 7pm and was already dark out.
you jumped when you heard your buzzer go. You got up and ran over to it, pressing the button to speak.
“Its Henry.” A voice wheezed into the microphone. You considered ignoring it but then he spoke again. “Please. I-I need your help.”
Your fingered hovered over the button to unlock the door. He sounded desperate.
You pressed it, allowing him to enter the building. When you heard him come in, you quickly raised around your apartment, making sure there was nothing embarrassing around before you heard a knock at your door. Henry had been to your apartment many times, so knew what to do.
You walked over, your heart beating hard in your chest, but when you opened the door, it froze.
Henry was leaning against the door frame and he looked like he had been attacked.
He had a burst lip that was gushing blood, a number of bruises around his face, two black eyes, cuts and his clothes were torn, showing more damage to his skin.
“What-what-“ you trailed off as you darted out, linking his free arm around your neck and you helped him inside. You glanced down his body, through the torn clothes. You saw aged bruises and marks that you knew anywhere. The burns from cigarettes, the bruises from punches. You saw them all.
You kicked the door closes and you brought him inside and sat him on your sofa. Once there, you ran to your kitchen and got a first aid kit. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take deep breaths. You leaned against the counter for second, pulling yourself together before returning to him. He was sitting forward, his head in his hands which were shaking.
You walked over to him, kneeling in front of him and placing a hand on his knee. He jumped at the action but seemed to settle when he saw you.
You got to work on the cuts first, disinfecting them.
Henry would not look at you. He stared past you, occasionally wincing when you touched the disinfectant soaked cotton bud to a fresh cut.
You didn’t ask him who did this to him. He needed time to settle first. You were the same.
He sat in silence. You looked down and you could see through the rips in his jeans that his legs needed more help.
You got to your feet and went through to your bedroom, grabbing a towel from the pile and coming back through.
“Here. I need to tend to your legs.” You offered him the towel, which he took and you turned your back.
You heard him let out a hiss as he moved out of his clothes. He cleared his throat and you turned back. He had wrapped the towel around his waist and his top and jeans were lying on the sofa. You saw his chest was covered with marks of past scars and injuries.
Your heart broke in two for him as you walked up to him. You reached out a hand and raised your fingers over the healed scars. It was strange to touch the wounds on someone else’s skin.
You looked up at Henry, seeing he was staring down at you, intensely.
You were about to speak, not that you knew what to say, when your buzzer went.
Darting over, you pressed down on the speaker.
“Its Officer Bowers.”
You heard Henry let out a whimper and you instantly knew what was going on. You reached to let him in when Henry darted forward and grabbed your wrist.
“Please, don’t.” He begged you. You placed your hand on his chest and smiled at him, showing him it was going to be okay. You gently pushed him behind the door, knowing there was enough room for him to hid. You then pressed the speaker.
“Of course. If you come up to the second floor.” You said, making your voice sound confident and you heard him push open the door.
You had to run back to the sofa, grab Henrys clothes and chuck them at him before you opened the door just in time.
Standing in the door way, was Henrys father.
“Evening.” You greeted, smiling. “Is everything okay?”
“No, im looking for my son.” He said and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated.
“Oh, sorry. But who is your son?” You ask, frowning so you looked concerned and confused.
“Henry Bowers. He attends your school.” He said, raising an eyebrow.
You glance to the side and bite your lower lip, pretending to think before looking back to the police officer.
“About a foot taller than me, dirty blonde hair with a mullet?” You asked, raising your hand to illustrate his height. The officer nods. “No, sorry. I saw him yesterday but I haven’t seen him today.”
You see him glancing behind you. “Do you need to come in and look?” You asked.
As you thought, he shook his head. He knew that if he came in and searched your property and you went to the authorities and said he didn’t have a permit, he would be in hot water.
“No, its fine.” He grunts.
“Do you have a number or something I can call if I see him?” You ask, trying to seem as helpful and genuine as possible.
“No, its fine.” He repeats before nodding at you and leaving.
You waited until he was out of sight to close the door. The second the door was closed, Henrys arms wrapped around you. He was now violently shaking and he was panting, as if he was having a panic attack.
You returned his hug, feeling his heart beating out of his chest. You squeezed your eyes shut but held him nonetheless till you felt him calm down.
After a moment, you pulled back.
“I still need to tend to your leg.” You whispered and he nodded.
The two of you returned to the sofa and you finished up with his wounds.
“Im sorry. I just didn’t know anywhere else to go. I didn’t think he would come here.” Henry mumbled, looking past you.
“Its okay. Its nice to see you, even if the situation is horrendous.” You smiled, trying to show him it really was okay. When you looked into his eyes, you saw only heart ache as he stared at you and you couldn’t deal with it. You looked away from him.
“You shouldn’t have lied to him. He’ll find out.” Henry whispered, the fear obvious in his voice.
“He cant touch me and he knows that.” You shook your head and raised to your feet.
you moved the med kit onto the table and walked into your bedroom to grab a spare duvet and pillows.
You pulled them through to your living room when Henry frowned with confusion.
“You cant go back out in this.” You shrug as you place the pillow at the end of the sofa and covered him with the duvet, hoping he would stop shaking but giggled when it covered his head as well.
Pushing the cover to the side of the sofa, you saw a small smile pull at his broken lips.
You sat beside him, about to ask him if he needed anything but then you looked at him.
“I miss you.” He muttered but then flinched and looked down, as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“I miss you, too.” You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips.
He looked back to you and you saw something in his eyes. A spark of hope.
“I guess we’re both broken now, eh?” You giggle, shaking your head as you look up at him. In a moment, you felt yourself fall in love with him all over again.
You don’t know what made you lean forward. You didn’t know what drew you to his lips which were slightly swollen.
When Henry saw you do this, he moved a lot faster than you to press his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. His shaking arms wrapped around you and you were pulled towards him, under the covers. Not that you minded. You couldn’t count how many times you had made out with Henry on this couch but this felt different. It was needy.
You pulled away, panting. Henry was the same, but he kept close to you, his nose knocking against yours in a somewhat playful manner than made you giggle. But then you frowned.
“Henry, I meant what I said before.” You look up at him, seeing his heart break. “No one deserves this.” You signalled to his body. “If you raise your hands to anyone again, im gone.” You warn.
A smile broke out on Henrys battered face as he kissed you again, a silent promise. He had learnt his behaviour from his father, that much was certain. But you knew that didn’t excuse his own actions.
“Run away with me?” He mumbled against your lips, making your eyes widen.
“Henry, I don’t know. You know what the authorities are like with me.” You shake your head, but you couldn’t get the idea out of your head.
You didn’t know where the two of you would go. But there was bound to be a number of places that would take in teenagers. If not, you two could just sleep in the car.
Or, you could try speak to your social worker.
“Wait until tomorrow. I might be able to get a move from here. And you can come with me.” You think out loud, looking at him.
“You mean it?” He asked, grabbing your hands with wide eyes as if he couldn’t believe it.
You nodded and he kissed you again. You were offering him a life line that he couldn’t refuse. What happened next surprised you. Tears swelled in his eyes as he stared at you before pulling you in for another kiss.
You hoped that taking him away from this place, from his father and, in some respects, from himself would be good for him. He could see how normal people were meant to live together. And maybe, if he wasn’t getting beaten up like this at home, he wouldn’t feel the need to project it onto others. You wouldn’t just be saving him though. You knew many in the town would be thankful to see him leave, which made your heart break slightly. They would never know how sweet and caring he could be. But they didn’t have to.
Henry pulled you down so you were both lying on the couch. You were on the inside and Henry lay closest to the edge. He wrapped his arms around you, one under your head and the other lazily lay across your waist and hip.
“Carful you don’t hurt yourself even more.” You mumbled against his lips. You were very aware of the amount of cuts he had on him and didn’t want to cause any more damage than necessary.
But Henry just chuckled, pulling you closer.
You both curled up on the sofa, listening to the soft and soothing sound of the rain hitting the glass.
Henrys hand played with your hair until they slowly fell still and you heard the soft snores coming from his throat.


A/N - Dean and Sam have been looking for Y/N for months. Dean doesn’t want her back. He wants closure and peace. He finds so much more
Word Count - 3028
Warnings - angst, tiniest bit of fluff, twist at end that I refuse to spoil. Just know there’s a twist and part of that could be upsetting, part is somewhat happy


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In the woods

Sumary: Another colaboration I did. Imagine meeting Loki in a forest… When you’re both trying to dispose a body. Human!AU

Words: 1801

“Son of a bitch” I groan breathlessly while I was cursing my luck. Why me? I thought while I stopped and tried to catch my breath. If it wasn’t because this motherfucker tried to fucking rape me, I wouldn’t be in this stupid situation.

And what situation was this? I was dragging the corpse of this motherfucker by a forest. I covered him with a blanket to make it easy, but it still was very difficult with all the roots of the trees and after carrying it for 1 mile my back was killing me.

I heard some noises behind me making me froze and look around. There were like footsteps. Oh shit! I thought while panic started to run through my body. Then behind a three a silhouette appears and my breath got caught in my throat.


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No News

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Chapter o1. Absentia

They shake their heads, lips flatten, and voice crippled within their esophagus, unable to repeat the same words of torment.  No news.

It’s been…





two-hundred fifteen…

five hundred and nineteen days since his disappearance, since I’ve had to exit the military base with the same conclusion.  Brief moments, soft whispers, discussions of sympathy ensue by people in the background, who wished to help but could only deliver the statement, “no news.”

They see my small smile and the soldiers’ eyes gloss over.  Another bows his head low, the third pats me on my calm shoulders.  Again, the corner of my lips push upward and I graciously bow.  What they don’t know is that…to me…no news now meant, “good" news.  It meant, I could still continue on with this hope that perhaps tomorrow’s answer may be different.

“Maybe it’s time to let go…” they suggest as they catch me staring absent-mindedly out the window as if waiting for someone to appear at the street corner and race down the yellow brick road up to our house…he’d smile that precious grin of his…his deep dimple brightening up my day like the star in the night sky…

I keep quiet.  My thumb swirls around in circular patterns along the ornate frame that encased the photo of my love.

“YiXing wouldn’t want you to hurt like this for him…” my lover’s comrade, Park Chanyeol, pats the back of my hands.  His remark summons the first quiet tear.  The solo droplet disturbs the tranquility of YiXing’s grin on the invaluable photo.  His friend squeezes my hand and continues.  I know my breakdown is not what he wills, but it is also what he wills…to tear down the last bits of hope that kept my facade in place.  “With all the evidence they found…and all the blood at the base that they tested and confirmed belonged to YiXing, you can file for a declaration of death in absentia…”

Why would I want to do that?

My nails dig into his palm.  Chanyeol clenches his jaw, hiding back any reaction as he watches his words seep into the crevices of my heart.

“…that way…you can move on…”

It’s as if time stopped…as neither of us breathe…and I think to myself…wouldn’t this be better.  Better…in that to me anything was better than accepting that I’d never get to see YiXing ever again - never get to hear that angelic voice of his that used to lull an insomniac, like me, to sleep in the matter of seconds.  Never be able to snuggle into his warm chest…never able to kiss those sweet lips…

I’d rather never breathe ever again…

Before I know it, rivers of tears stream down my cheeks - the bridge of my nose washes over in plum.  By now, my nails have penetrated through Chanyeol’s skin.  I choke back tears, ignoring his unwavering stare in my direction.  

“…Ho-how…can you say that?” I squeeze out.  

A tear seeps out of Chanyeol’s eyes, so foreign and uncharacteristic of a soldier who survived an explosion, had to have layers and layers of painful skin grafting, but did not shed a single tear.  

His lack of response kindled my inner torment.  I whip my head around and throw him a glare.  A mere housewife challenging a brave warrior; I must be stupid.  I must be foolish.

“He’s gone…” he whispers.

Instantly, I turn around, rejecting his criminal words, that condemned me to the tormented life of a widow.  I hug the picture frame close against my chest and try my best to block out Chanyeol’s presence but the stubborn man holds me by each side of my arm and forces me to turn to him.

“Wake up!  He’s gone.  YiXing is dea-“

A hard slap crashes across his handsome face - a punishment I know a kind-hearted and caring man like him did not deserve.  But he is a warrior, who stood up bravely in the front lines of destruction and I am a coward that runs away from reality.

“He is not!” I spat back.

“HE IS! You know it! I know it! Everyone knows it.  There was no way he would have survived the explosi—“

Another slap.  The throbbing pain aches his heart more than the permanent scars that covered his muscular body.  But he stares at me, undefeated, with those intense eyes of his as if waiting for me to crumble.  

“He is GONE!”

Slap.  My palms pulsate in burning sensations that shook my entire body.  The water flooding my cheeks opposes to the fire like two rivaled elements.





Those eyes, born to spread happiness and delight, fire and courage, overflow with rain - yet, they continue to drill into mine.  

“He’s gone…” Chanyeol whispers, so faintly that for a moment, I think it’s my own imagination.  I lift up my hand to land another blow but these shaken cells of mine have long lost all energy.  Before the first wail breathes its first ounce of oxygen, I find myself crushed against Chanyeol’s chest.  His large palm cradles the back of my head as I struggle to free myself out of his…his…unconditional love…that suffocated me.  But at the same time, my self destruction, suffocates my male companion.  I punch and kick him, desperately trying to release his inner turmoil.

“You are his best friend!  How could you let him die?!” I wheeze, striking Chanyeol right in the center of his heart.  His face falls as he stuffs me back into his protection, hooking his chin atop my head.  “How could let him die?!  You promised me before the two of you left for duty that you’d bring him back safe and sound…” I wheeze, cowardly directing the blame onto the one person who should not receive it.  The next statement I make is one that I’ll come to regret for the rest of my life.  “It should have been you,” I say without emotions.  Chanyeol’s coaxing strokes halt.  He freezes there as if allowing my harsh words to replay in his mind over and over again.  As if it weren’t enough, I lift my head out of his arms, narrow my eyes up to his, and make clear, “You should have die—“

His lips presses against mine.  He’s not sure why…that is the solution he came up with…so he would not have to hear the completion of such a tolling remark.  So as to relieve me of such a sin…or perhaps, it is the one selfish thing he has wanted to do for years but never had the courage to do. How foolish did that sound…?  A soldier, who did not fear being set on scorching fire, lacked the boldness to pursue the woman he loved…

I stay there, paralyzed by Chanyeol’s actions…remaining quiet as his tears collect onto my cheeks, stream down my neck, following the path to my heart.  It is the first moment where I finally settle to the dwelling reality…the first moment I finally wake up from my unstable emotions and begin to process the recent sequence of events between Chanyeol and me.  My glassy orbs dart right to left, trying to read the man’s thoughts to no avail as his usually telling eyes were snapped shut.  His wet lashes protect him from this painful reality - the truth that he broke his promise to the girl he loved, the truth that his comrade and best friend died, the truth that he had uneasily stayed alive after rounds of medical resurrection, just for me to tell him he should have died.  

A tear rolls down the corner of my eye.  Silently, I stay still and wait for Chanyeol to make the next move but he too, opts to lengthen this prized moment.  His lips are cool against mine.  I allow scenes from our childhood to replay in my perplexed mind.  He lets my lasting words sink deep into his wounds.  It’s not like I did not know of Chanyeol’s affections, it’s that I made the conscious decision to act ignorant all these years as to keep both YiXing and him by my side.  It’s not that Chanyeol didn’t know my words were only misdirected sorrow, it’s that he made the conscious recognition that no matter what he did, he could not replace the spot in my heart, once held by YiXing.

Slowly, Chanyeol parts his lips from mine, releasing me of his hold.  As he walks away, the salty taste of his parting tear lingers on my tastebud.  

Chanyeol…My lips part to say, but don’t make a sound as I watch him exit the door.


A month later, I hear of the news during a regular visit to the military base, that Chanyeol had signed up to go back on duty, despite his yet fully healed injuries.  In fact, with the extent of his battle wounds, he had been pardoned from needing to ever serve again.  

“Where is he?” I bunch the hem of my blouse into my right fist and ask.

They direct me to wait in his room, stating that he’d be back from training in half an hour.  For the first time, I get a glimpse of what life YiXing and Chanyeol lived as soldiers fighting for the country.  Simple blankets, cot beds, pillows solid enough to cause me days of neck ache.  The colors of olive green and ivory builds a world of utter stillness…all but one small pastel pink frame hidden under his pillow.  I flip it over against my palm.  Brows waver at the recognition of my own photo.  A note beside it reads, “For her smile…”  My lower lip ripples.

Just then, two men’s voices echo down the hall.  Within seconds, the door swings open.  Both soldiers freeze to my presence.  A brief twinkle sparks in Chanyeol’s eyes before he forces himself to suppress it.

“Chanyeol-ah…” I whisper, breaking the silence.  

“Ahh, I see you have a guest, Chanyeol.  I’ll go next door and borrow their floor tonight!  You enjoy!” the shorter soldier tries to break the heavy tension with his humor.

Instead of breaking into laughter, my vision runs down Chanyeol’s bare upper body, that covered in countless scars and burns.  I suppress my urge to break down while the soldier hastily rummages the shelves for a clean uniform.  Quietly, I wait for Chanyeol to finish getting dressed.  He takes the empty spot, beside me, on his cot.  A wave of silence engulfs us as neither of us wish to disturb this moment of calm.  In those brief moments, for the first time, I give this man my undivided attention.  My eyes marvel at his gorgeous side profile, his cute elf ears, down his arms, his large hands there were made to carry large machineries, and long legs that he had to place hip width apart so his knees wouldn’t collide with a mini table beside the bed.  Compared to my petite, dangling legs, his seems to belong to a giant.  

“Chanyeol-ah…” I break the silence for the second time and turn to him to say.

“Mmhm…” he nods but forces himself to not turn to me.

“…I heard you signed up to go back to the front lines…” I start, almost fearfully.

“Mm…” he nods and tilts his head up for a brief moment, hoping I don’t catch the glossiness of his eyes.

My own begin to sting.  “…but your injuries aren’t fully healed yet…” I vocalize the first excuse.  Little did I know, to him, the deepest injury within in heart, could never be fully healed.  Subconsciously, my fingertips run up a deep scar along his left lower arm.  When Chanyeol fails to come up with a plausible response, I add in, “Even if you want to rejoin, is there really such a rush?”

My concern summons a half-tremble on the beautiful man’s lower lip, in which he immediately turns away to pacify himself.  His train of sight lands on the pink picture frame.

Swallowing the lump on his throat, he nods, “Mmhm…”

Unknown to me, my hold around his arm tightens.  I too bite back the urge to cry.  

“Whe…when are you heading off?” I furrow my brows.  

“Tomorrow,” Chanyeol honestly notes to which I fail to hide my worry.  Both of my hands wrap around his arm as my brain cripples with fear of not only having lost YiXing, but may also lose Chanyeol.

Liquid wells within my orbs as I inquire, “Do you have to go?”

If only I knew…that this time, his mission was not to protect the country’s people…but a personal resolve to protect my happiness…to bring back YiXing…or die doing so…I would have…I would have…

“Mmhm…” Chanyeol now has his chin permanently tilted up to suppress his emotions to the lingering thought that perhaps, this is our final meeting.

Can you not go?

My heart swells with agony and my breathing starts to cease.  It’s the familiar feeling I often encountered sending YiXing off…but for some reason, this time, perhaps already with the death of YiXing still fresh, the possibility of losing Chanyeol felt so raw and real.  With YiXing, I learned that the biggest support to a soldier was to let him go and fight the battle he needed to fight.  Any clinging would only cause him or her to carry a burden to the front lines.  But today, beside Chanyeol, the man who loved me most in this lifetime, I couldn’t help myself but cling on. Naturally, I hug onto his left arm and maneuver my head to rest against his shoulder.  The rare intimacy pulls on the man’s heartstrings; he snaps his eyes shut as if by doing so he could snap himself from this moment he wanted to prolong for the rest of his life.  

“I’ll…wait for you.  So promise me, you will come back to me, safe and sound,” I try with all my might to say calmly but half-choke.  

A stream trailing down Chanyeol’s cheek sparkles under the moonlight.

“If…” my voice quivers, “…If you don’t come back—“

For the second time, Chanyeol cuts me off with a kiss.  Only, this time, instead of the soft and reserve peck, this kiss is hast and fervent.  The familiar salty taste slips onto my tongue.  Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him back, for the first time, returning his feelings with the same amount of passion.  His lips are warm, his breathing, labor and hot against my cupid’s bow.  As he peers into my eyes, I suddenly feel the urge to get on my knees and beg him not to go.  They say, a female’s intuition is enough proof.  But Chanyeol buries my thoughts with another kiss.  Our hands roam - mine follow the endless trails and bumps along his skin - his mold around the feminine curvatures of my body.  For a brief moment, he stops to gaze into my eyes.  I nod in consent.

Our lips reunite as he lowers me onto the bed.  Fingers slips through fingers.  His larger physique hovers over me like a shield.  I tug him to lower him and close the distance.  He is so warm and lovely, I press him against me, hoping, wishing, praying for this moment to last forever.  For, neither of us know how long I must wait for him to return home but in this single moment, with him so close, he was safe and sound.

I graze his soft lips with an amble amount of sweet kisses as I rid him of his army uniform.  In turn, Chanyeol trails his lips down my jaw, neck, shoulders, and collarbone, discarding anything blocking us from this raw exchange of affections.  

He is strong but not forceful, though an ounce of desperation is evident in each movement.  Sweat mixes with tears, the condensation cools our fire.  Each pulsation becomes a source of healing for the both of us.  I become married to the idea that life with Chanyeol would be the new beginning I had been waiting for, for so long…he was the courage I needed to face the painful occurrences of reality.  

I let out a soft giggle in the middle of our lovemaking that, in turn, cracks a wide grin along my lover’s lips.  We pause for a moment to stare into each other’s eyes, where words needn’t be spoken out loud.  Or at least, I willed my indescribable appreciation for his love and protection to be transferred to his heart.  

“I’ve remembered where each and every scar is, on your body…when you come back, there can only be less, not more,” I plead him to promise as I press a palm against the center of his chest.  

A sad smile appears on his handsome face as he calms my anxiety down with a short nod, strokes my cheek with the back of his hand, and lowers his head to join our lips again.

A/N: Hello :)  How has everyone been? I hope well, I just finished editing this story and thought to post it to liven your spirits on hump day.  

In the process of editing a looong Sehun Historical Series that I finished during the summer ^-^ Stay tuned!

>>Story Master Archive<<

And I Saw You Standing There: Part One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,309

Warnings: swearing, blood, torture

Author’s Notes: Hey, guys! This is the start of a series that I started to “Cure” my writer’s block. I don’t really have a proper summary of it, so I apologize.

I have some requests currently in my drafts that I WILL finish when I have some free-flowing ideas in my head. I do however need to ask you guys for a favor; please do NOT hesitate to request one-shots and imagines and things. A: it REALLY helps me clear my mind and get some ideas forming, and B: it helps me de-stress and I really need that right now. So anyways, request if you feel like it. I have a prompts list if you want to use that. 

Thanks. I hope you like it! You guys are amazing. 

        My knees scrape against the concrete floor as two men carry me, half conscious and blindfolded, back to the basement. My heart rate accelerates and my breathing quickens as we round the corner to the dreaded room. The stronger one throws me to the hard cement. He yanks me up, ripping the hood from my face while the other takes the opportunity to kick me full force in the gut, completely knocking the breath out of me. I fall to the cold floor wincing in pain when something in my brain clicks. No longer weary, I push myself off the ground and lean against the wall, spitting out the bile that had risen in my throat. 

        They began talking in hushed German when I notice one of them looking me up and down hungrily, only to be slapped and scolded. A voice on one of their radios distracts the authoritative one, sending him out of the room to assist with the ‘asset’, which leaves me with a possible escape. The remaining guard walks over to the counter, picking up a clipboard and jotting down a report, occasionally looking me over. Satisfied with his work, he tears the paper from the clipboard and places it in a folder on the counter

'Here’s your window,’ I tell myself. Quickly, I part my legs just enough to give off the wrong idea and replace my scowl with a slight smirk. The guard turns back around, walking towards the desk when his gaze shifts along my bruised form, drinking me in. He returns to the desk, rummaging for a bit before turning back to me.                     

The heavily accented voice breaches the silence, "You naughty little soldier. You really shouldn’t do that.“                

He takes a step closer, his eyes dancing all over me.                                                                                                  

 "It’s quite distracting, and distracting people can have consequences.”                                 

The guard closes the space between us, his hand reaching up to grab a fist-full of my hair, pulling me to his face. His eyes dart from my lips to my eyes desperately. I decide it’s time to make my move, and it all goes by so quickly. 

    “Then show me,” I whisper seductively in his ear, making sure to brush my lips against his earlobe before turning back to his face. Swiftly, I smash my forehead into his nose, earning a satisfying crack. The guard falls back as I stagger to my feet, breaking out of the bonds that held me. I turn to the guard, with no ounce of pity, and bash his face in with my foot. Hastily, I reach for the knives and gun that he carried and bolt for the corridor. My lungs begin to burn as I navigate the sharp twists and turns of the base. I immediately halt when I hear the curdling, pain filled cries echoing throughout the base. My trance is interrupted when I hear the static of a radio just around the corner and a hushed voice speaking in fluent German, “Repeat, how is the asset? Is the asset contained?” Then, nothing. I take that as my opportunity to sneak behind him and snap his neck, earning a small gasp before his body slumps to the floor. I immediately sprint through the last few checkpoints and gates, which, oddly, seem to be unoccupied. As I approach the final gate, I get this nagging feeling that this is a trap.

        My attempt to escape immediately stops when I notice small droplets of vermilion blood trailing behind me, no doubt in my mind would they trace it back to me. My hand flies to my stomach, pulling up the fabric of my shirt to reveal that my stitches from a previous mission had been ripped apart, allowing the gash to spurt out warm blood, covering my lower body. I snap my head up as the sound of boots clattering against the floor and yelling draw near. 

        One by one, the soldiers enter the room with their stun guns trained on me. I spin around weighing my two options, kill or be forced to kill. My head snaps around to an approaching agent, yelling at me to get down on my knees. Calmly, I raise my hands to my head and turn to face him. In an instant, my hand grabs the barrel of the gun as I snap it away, shooting him. I hurl the gun towards the group across the room before it collides with a soldier’s head, knocking him to the ground. I spin on my heel and drive my fist into a guard’s face knocking him over. Frantically, I grab his gun and shoot him, causing his body to rapidly convulse. 

'Shit, that was the last round,’ I internally yell and throw the gun to the side.

         I bolt down the hallway, frantically trying to miss the incoming projectiles. I turn the corner, suddenly ramming right into a tall figure. He shoves me against the wall, knocking the breath out of me. I swallow whatever fear I have and advance on him, punching him square in the jaw before kicking him backward. I look over briefly to the soldiers who had formed a blockade at the end of the hall, guns following my every move. Suddenly, pain shoots through my abdomen, causing me to cry out as my back hits the wall and I slide down, breathing unsteadily. He punched me right in the wound on my stomach, blood seeping out at an alarming rate. My hand clutches the soaked fabric of my shirt as I gasp for air. He picks me up effortlessly, carrying me down the hall. I bite my cheek to keep myself from crying out as the pain becomes too much to handle. 

       I’m thrown to the concrete floor, the impact makes me hiss as the pain doubles. I wearily look up to see the man grab a syringe before turning to face me. I suddenly realize who I’ve been dealing with. My gaze shifts to the silver glint beneath his jacket, confirming my suspicions.

“You’re the Winter Solder,” I say to myself more than to him. He simply nods as he closes the distance between us. I can’t move, If I do, I risk bleeding out. If I don’t, they’ll wipe my mind again. 'Fuck,' I internally groan. He yanks my arm up, causing me to inhale sharply, and rips the sleeve off of my shirt. I look away, defeated as he plunges the needle into my skin. The world around me starts to blur, making my head hurt. I clench my eyelids shut as I fall to the ground. 

“Shit,” I mutter as all my senses fade away. 

       A small prick brings me back to consciousness, and only seconds later, excruciating pain fills my body as I realize where I am. I grit my teeth trying not to cry out. My breathing becomes more and more hectic as everything I had worked so hard to conceal starts slipping away, every memory ripped from my mind. Jolts of electricity fire through my temples, coursing through my brain. I struggle to free myself as the searing pain flows through my veins, making my heart pound in my chest. I try holding back the screams, only to get a stronger shock of energy. Everything I had remembered, everyone I had ever encountered in this facility being wiped away. Outside of my screaming, I hear a voice saying the ten words I absolutely dread. 

“Longing,” the voice begins, earning a piercing cry.


My body feels like it’s slowly being set on fire from the inside, my brain like it’s been put in a blender. 








“freight car.”

My breathing slows slightly as I look up.

“Soldier?” The man asks for what must be his hundredth time, awaiting my response. 

“Ready to comply." 

Screams slowly start to become audible. Horrid, piercing screams filled with pain and grief. Screams that are filled with fear and agony. As they get louder, another sound joins the chorus. A sound that keeps repeating, over and over frantically. They too, get louder until I can make out three words.

“(Y/n), wake up!”


@kenziecole-green @britanimf22




My vision is so blurry, waking up I have no idea where I am or what the hell happened. In what looks like a ghetto apartment, wearing nothing but my underwear, looking around there are a good amount of liquor bottles on the shelves completely empty. My head hurts so bad looking around, I didn’t remember anything or how I got here. Getting dressed I could hear the shower running, I left quickly to avoid the awkward “oh your not gone yet” talk. Putting on my shade I walked to the nearest coffee shop. , since I have no idea where my car is. Sitting down with my coffee, sipping on it carefully, I walked back to the bar I met my friends at. “Oswald” my car sat in its parking lot, driving home all I could think about was a hot shower. Getting undressed I noticed bite marks on my hips and neck.  

“what the hell happened?”

Getting out of the shower I put on my biggest t shirt trying to remember, it only 2 in the afternoon so I have all day. Laying back memory just started to pop up. I met jade at Oswald for our usual girls night out. We were getting shot when this guy bumped into me spilling my drink onto the floor.  

“why cant I remember his face!”

Pulling my pillow over my face my phone started to ring. The number showing I have never seen before, answering it all I could hear was a man, with a growl like voice speak.

“where did you go ?”

“who is this?”


“im sorry, im having a hard time remember what happened.”

“well lets have a retake, meet me at Oswald’s at 8 and wear something sexy.”

He hung up after that, I have no idea who he is or what happened but when he commanded me to meet him, I felt myself get a little wet. Getting dressed in my little black dress I called jade to me meet.

“hell no, not after last night, you went crazy. I love you but I need recovery time, love you y/n.”

I got crazy. It was always laughable, I never lost control of myself. Heading to oswalds I was anxious to meet the man on the phone. When I arrived the familiar sound of music and chatter filled the air, I sat at the bar ordering a apple martini. I sat for a moment when a man sat across from me putting his hand on my thigh. Looking over at him, he had bright orange hair and a wicked smile.

“hey there puddin.”


‘still no memory?“


“well TAKE 2!”

He yelled while clapping his hands like a director, causing me to giggle.  

“well first things first, see  the man over there in the chiffon skirt?”

“yea the weirdo, what about him?”

“hes gonna bet you I can out drink you”

“bull shit.”

The man in the skirt walked over, he was definitely crazy but I’m kinda having fun.

“she take your bet Bert.”

“whats the bet?”

“if I can out drink you, you have to wear these all night.”

He pulled out a pair of 9 inch black stilettos from his bag.

“and if I win?”

“ I will just tell you what happened.”


We ordered a round of 6 tequila shot each, the bartender shaking his head at me, clearly telling me I lost this battle before. Shot for shot we went, after round 2 I started to feel messed up.


“No more”

He looked at me smiling.

“I win?”


'good, not lets have some fun, names Jerome princess.“

’'nice name , mines.”

“I already know yours but tonight your whatever I want.”

He ordered 2 shots each and I took them down harshly. Out of nowhere Jerome leans over to me.

“that man in the booth over there , go sit on his lap.”


“to start  a riot.”

With way to much alcohol In me I walked over sitting on the man’s lap, the man responding like any drunk pervert immediately started rubbing his dick on my ass through his clothes. Suddenly Jerome came over swooping me up he punched the man In the face.

“what the fuck you doing with my girl man!”

The man swung on Jerome, which caused insane laughter from Jerome as he beat him to the ground.

“lets go baby.”

He grabbed my hand as we ran away from Oswald’s, laughing the whole time. Hiding behind a corner Jerome stood in front of me his face just inches from mine. His hand traveled down to my hip pushing me against the cold brick wall. His lips made contact with my neck biting down causing a small whimper to come from my mouth. One of his hands snaked it way down to my crouch when he started rubbing his hang over my panties under my dress. His touch made me so wet as he bit and rubbed in the same rhythm.

“please don’t stop!.”

“the nights just begun baby.”

Taking his hand away my legs shaking, I slid down the wall, Jerome squatted down in front of me.

“we need some fun things.”

Jerome stole the nearest car and we drove to the nearest shady ally we could find. Jerome told me to stay in the car while he did something. While I waited I could feel my pussy craving him to just fuck me now. Thoughts of him just taking me filled my mind when the car door slammed shut. Jerome held up a small baggie of cocaine.


“it’s a hell of a feeling thou.”

“I don’t know.”

“ you did last night, and I won the bet.”  


We drove to the docks, where Jerome set up our lines and we snorted them really quickly. Feeling the sensation go through my body.  feeling like I could take over the world. Jerome drove us to the nearest grocery store.

“lets raise some hell.”

He handed me a black ski mask while he put one on to. Grabbing to bats, Jerome through me one while he used his to bash jars of pickles everywhere. Grabbing my bat I could feel my energy surging through my as I cracked open fruit and other things. Hearing people scream and Jerome take control was such a rush. Jerome hastily walked over to me grabbing me by the hips and lifting me onto a register. 

His lips crashing into mine, his tongue darting into my mouth while his hands gripped my hips roughly. When he needed air he let our kiss break only to reconnect to my neck to bite hard causing a big purple bruise and a loud moan escape from my mouth. Decided he wasn’t the only one who can have fun too, I pushed him back grabbing his hand and running out of the store stealing a pack of camels, a smoke alarm some champagne and a shopping cart.  

We rode through the streets howling into the nights, popping champagne and drinking it down. Feeling the bubbles lift me up, suddenly the cart stopped. Jerome pointed to the gas station, running over we paid for gasoline drenching the shopping cart and filling a stole gas we ran to the nearest field and set the cart, the smoke alarm on fire. Dancing in the light of the flames Jerome grabbed my hips bring me to his chest.

“we’re going to my house now!.”

He stole the nearest car, driving to his house, it was the apartment I was at this morning. Jerome slammed the door shut  coming at me a look of chaos on his face. Picking me up he slammed me against the wall, biting my neck. Lifting me higher and higher, Jerome threw me onto his bed, ripping my dress off so I was in my panties and heels.

“take them off now!”

Sliding my panties off, I handed them to him, he put them in his pocket.  reaching for the heels, he caught my hand.

“ I said all night.”

Jerome stripped of his clothing, standing over me, his hard dick tapping on my pussy as he teased and snickers at my begging whimpers. He dropped to his knees, kissing and biting my thighs as he looked up at me while his devil eyes.

“you don’t remember, how I made you scream , beg  and cum last night.”


Arching my back, my pussy needing some kind of friction. I hear him laugh.

“want me to remind you?”

“yes daddy.”

He drove his tongue into my pussy, sucking on my clit while he put two digits in my begging pussy. Pumping his fingers roughly as his tongue worked magic on me.

“fuck yesssss, oh god daddy!”

I could feel myself cumming around his fingers.

“im coming daddy.”

Cumming around his fingers. He lifted his face up, my juices still dripping from his chin, leaning up I brought his face to mine, kissing him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth I sucked on his tongue while my  hands jerked his cock. Sliding off the bed, I got on my knee, taking his hard dick into my mouth, his hands running through my hair, as he began to mouth fuck me harshly.

“fuck, yeah. You like that my little slut.”

He pulled my head off his dick so I could answer.

“yes daddy, I love it when you fuck my mouth.”

“then your gonna love this.”  

Throwing me onto the bed face first, he drove  his hard dick straight into my pussy, his pace was harsh and rough causing me to jolt forward with every thrust. One of his hands went under my leg, his fingers playing with my clit while the other pulled my hair. His dick hitting all the right spots, I couldn’t help my scream his name while his fingers played with my pussy.

“fuck yes!!.”

'say my name!!’

“fuck me daddy!!!”

He pulled his dick out, flipping me onto my back, thrusting it back in, with every thrust, I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. Jerome’s hand suddenly on my throat , he started to squeeze his fingers causing my breathing to get harsh. My orgasm came to a brink when he let me go and thrusted faster.

“cum for me baby girl!”

I screamed his name as I came around his hard cock, still thrusting into me.  

“good girl, flip over again.”

Getting onto my hands and knees, he took his dick rubbing my cum all over the head , I felt his rub his dick against my ass, my body reacted wanting me to let him ravish me now.

“please daddy, fuck my ass.”

Without pause Jerome spit on his dick, sticking it into me slowly. My moan filling the room and his dick started to thrust harder and harder into me. Jerome now moaning and grunting, took his fingers and began to play with my pussy.

“god, your ass is so tight. You like this baby doll, when I fuck you like a whore.”

“yes daddy , please .”

“last night you were just like this, calling me daddy, begging me to cum on your pretty little face.”

He thrust began to become quicker and out of rhythm, feeling myself reach another orgasm. Jerome shoved his finger into my pussy forcing my orgasm to come. My face fell into the bed as I screamed out Jerome and cum started to drip from my legs. Jerome pulled out pulling me to my knees.

“suck my cock, clean it.”

Taking his dick coated in my cum into my mouth I ran my tongue along his shaft making sure to get every drop.

“that’s right baby, clean it, your gonna swallow my cum tonight.”

I began to suck on his dick, I wanted his cum, I wanted to make his moan and want more of me. Feeling his cock twitch in my mouth Jerome grabbed my head shoving me up and down when he finally came filling my mouth with his liquid.

“open, let me see.”

Opening my mouth, I showed him the pool of cum in my mouth.

“good girl, swallow it.”

Swalloing his cum in one gulp and re opening my mouth to show that it was gone. Jerome pulled me onto his bed. Pulling out the camel cigarettes he lit one handing it to me.

“damn baby, round two was even better.”

“maybe a round three is in your future.”

“I hate fortune tellers, liar all of them.”


He pulled me to his chest. His heartbeat sounded slow. It felt right laying here, even if I didn’t really know him. Falling asleep, I kept hearing Jerome’s voice, screaming my name. Waking up the next morning I was wrapped in bed sheets and a rose was placed next to my head. Hearing the shower turn off Jerome came out. Naked steam still coming off his body.

“morning puddin.”

“morning baby.”

Walking over to him snatching his towel away, ran to the other side of his kitchen table.

“I have things to do today for the man who set me free y/n , give me my towel.”


A evil smirked spread across his face.

“give daddy his towel.”

He ran over grabbing me and pinning me over onto the table.

“bad, bad , bad.”

Each time he spoke that word his hand smacked down on my ass leaving a red hand print. Without warning he plunged his dick into my pussy fucking me hard. Rocking the table all while pulling my hair and smacking my ass.

“the fuck you doing? Saying no to me!”

“im sorry daddy”

“ I think you wanted this.”

He picked his speed up fucking me harder. I could feel my orgasm getting closer with every smack on my ass. My orgasm flooding over me, I screamed out in pleasure, when I felt his dick twitch and Jerome let out a small animal like growl.

Pulling out , I flipped over kissing him passionately.

“great now im late .”

Kissing me one more time before Jerome went out.

“be ready when I get home, I want dinner and a show.”

My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 6

PART 1 - PART 2PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

a/n: posting this earlier than like midnight cus im gon to see princess mononoke in the theaters tonight and im so fucking hyped i know if i dont do this now i’ll prolly forget for two days so enjoy!! tell me what you think!

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Warning: just a couple of frisky makout scenes, it’s setting up for next chapter with will be very fun to write

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 3,541

i wake alone
in a woman’s room i hardly know
i wake alone
and pretend that i am finally home

“Really?” Mae asked eyeing the two relatively small boxes that sat on the bare mattress, “That’s all?”

“Yeah I guess, it’s mostly clothes and gear,” I replied as I slung the black duffel bag over my shoulders then grabbing one case.

“You don’t even have a TV?” she questioned, lifting the last box and heading out the door.

“I never really wanted one,” I shrugged as I took one final look back at the small room I had resided in for the past few years since I’d left Amity for good. I didn’t feel much of anything as I let the door shut behind me. Most of the time I spent there was sleeping or getting dressed, my strongest memory was when I first saw it.

Once I passed initiation and was an official member of Dauntless, I was assigned to this space. We had to spend at least a year here before applying for an apartment, but I never bothered to move out. Until now, that is. Passively accepting what is given to you is very much an Amity trait. It’s more Dauntless to demand better, to take what you deserve.

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